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Editor,  Kitty  McCormick 
Business  Mgr.,  Rusty  Twing 


Waynesboro  High  School 


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1946 

SKYLINE 


Waynesboro  Public  Library 
600  South  Wayne  Ave. 
Waynesboro.  VA  22980 


Pub!  ication  by  Students  o/ 

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WAYNESBORO,  VIRGINIA 


We  are  standing  on  the  threshold  of  a  new 
day.  There  are  many  problems  facing  us 
and  many  changes  to  be  made  just  as  there 

were  in  the  years  gone  before. 

Because  we  wish  to  remember  the  problems 
as  well  as  the  fun  and  fellowship  we  had  in 
those  by  gone  years,  we  present  the  1946 
Skyline. 


We,  the  Senior  Class  of  1946,  do  dedicate  this  annual  to  Miss  Kitty 
Bush,  whose  efforts  have  helped  to  make  our  work  successful. 


In  loving  memory  of  our  classmate,  Charles 
Edward  Campbell,  who  died  January  11,  1946. 

We  have  missed  the  sound  of  your  footsteps 
And  your  voice  since  you  have  been  gone. 
And  though  we  no  longer  see  you, 

In  our  hearts  you  still  linger  on. 


Ellen  Bennett" 
History,  Biology 


Doris  Buhrman 
-  Latin,  English,  History 


4  Latin, 


Carolyn  Carter 
Librarian 


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Ethel  Davies 

u.  ^Chemistry,  Physics,  • 


Mathematics 


F  AC  U 


William  DeLong 
English,  History,  Assistant 
Coach 


Leslie  Gibbs 
Diversified  Occupations, 
History 


Selma  Givens 
Home  Economics 


Mary  Greene 
English 


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English,  /ylgeb' 


1  i  Lois  Hester 
Physical  Education 


Quentin  Pidcock 
_  Industrial  Arts 


'cation 


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Edith  Snidow 
Mjusic 


Mamie  Snow 
Mathematics 


Daisy  Snyder 
English,  History 


Elizabeth  Squires 
Commercial  Studies 


RLAND 


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Kitty  Sutherland 
Spanish,  Social  Studies 


Irene  Trainum 
Secretary 


Janice  Wilkerson 
Visiting  Teacher 


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Olive  Wise 
English,  History 


Margaret  Winchester 
English,  History,  French 


Raymond  Yoder 
Art 


Ruth  Willis 
English,  History 


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Faculty 

1.  "HomeEc.” 

4.  "In  the  brig” 

7.  "Friend  to 

All 

2.  "Buhrman  and  Snidow” 

5.  "Professor” 

8.  "Coach” 

3.  "Books  and  more  Books” 

6.  "English  Greene” 

9.  "L.G.  rather 

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President . Pete  Kern 

Vice-President  Bob  Burns  * 

Secretary-Treasurer .  Kitty  McCormick 


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Editor . 

Business  Manager . 

Art  Editor . 

Advertising  Manager 
Circulation  Manager 

Sports  Editor . 

Literary  Editor . 

Club  Editor . 


Kitty  McCormick 

. Rusty  Twing 

Bob  Burns 
Gip  Lee  Gibson 
Peggy  Knapp 
Hannah  Moore 
Mary  Betsy  Pharr 
. Virginia  Ross 


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Bob  Burns 

Washington  is  dead;  Lincoln 
is  dead;  many  great  men  are 
dying.  In  fact,  I  don’t  feel 
so  well  myself. 


Charles  Campbell 

It  matters  not  how  long  you 
live,  but  how  well. 


Ruby  Carr 

Quiet,  studious,  and  sweet. 


June  Chandler 
Better  late  than  never. 


Kirkley  Cline 
Old  Kirk  is  a  fine  old  chap; 
he  goes  with  a  fair  dame — 
Whenever  there’s  accusing  to 
done,  he  always  get  the  blame. 


Elizabeth  Coffey 
And  her  hair  was  so  charm¬ 
ingly  curled. 


Lois  Aldridge 


Love  me  little — love  me  long. 


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Betty  Allen 

She’s  little,  she’s  wise,  she’s  a 
corker  for  her  size. 


Mary  Louise  Alphin 
It  is  more  blessed  to  give  than 
to  receive. 


Evelyn  Arnold 
As  merry  as  the  day  is  long. 


Ann  Best 

She  smiles  and  every  heart  is 
glad. 


Mable  Burnett 
Fair  words  never  hurt  the 


tongue. 


Ordella  Coleman  ^ 
Precious  things  come  in  small 
packages. 


Thelma  Critzer 
I  never  found  the  companion 
that  was  as  companionable  as 
solitude. 


Bill  Dameron 

I  have  no  secret  of  sucess  but 
hard  work. 


Martha  Diehl 
Individuality  is  the  salt  of  life. 


Graham  Driver 
But  oh,  she  dances  such  a  way, 
no  sun  upon  an  Easter  Day  is 
half  so  fins  a  sight. 


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Pete  East 

The  empty  vessel  makes  the 
greatest  sound. 


trances  Fisher 
rue  to  herself,  true  to  her 
iends,  and  true  to  duty  al¬ 
ways. 


Jackie  Fitzgerald 
Never  do  today  what  you  can 
do  next  week. 


Audra  Frasher 
Say  it  with  music. 


Gip  Gibson 

I  can  be  pushed  just  so  far. 


Mary  Sue  Gochenour 
Musical  training  is  a  more  po¬ 
tent  instrument  than  any 
other. 


Allen  Haden 
God  forbid  that  I  should  go 
to  a  heaven  in  which  there 
are  no  horses. 


Leatrice  Hall 
In  thy  face  1  see  the  map  of 
honor,  truth,  and  loyality. 


Sylvia  Halterman 

Although  she  keeps  herself 
aloof 

And  always  out  of  reach, 
This  is  not  sufficient  proof 
That  Sylvia  is  not  a  peach. 


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Vivian  Henderson 
gal’s  reputation  is  more 
valuable  than^rfioney. 

Gloria  Hicks 
ly  way^toJaave  a  friend 
obe  one. 


Elizabeth  Hitt 
Earnest  and  likeable 
Though  a  bit  shy 
Until  you  discover  the  twink¬ 
ling  in  her  eye. 


Francis  Hughes 
Speak  of  Jacob’s  ladder  and  he 
will  ask  the  number  of  steps. 


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James  Johns 

Handsome  is  as  handsome  doe 

Juanita  Jones 

She  laughs  and  the  world 
laughs  with  her. 

Bette  Johnson 
Eat,  drink  and  be  merry. 

Ernest  Kern 

Ernest  Kern  is  good  in  h 
books; 

He  works  out  the  brain  racl 
ing  stuff. 

He  refuses  to  tell  us  just  ho1 
it’s  done 

So  we’ve  decided  it’s  only 
bluff. 

Kay  Kinser 

A  think  of  beauty  is  a  jo 
forever. 

Emma  Jean  Kite 
It  is  one  of  the  greatest  bles; 
ings  that  so  many  women  ai 
so  full  of  tact. 


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Peggy  Knapp 

Bom  with  a  gift  of  laughter 
and  a  sense  that  the  world  is 
mad. 


Carl  Landes 

A  dillar,  a  dollar,  a  ten  o’clock 
scholar. 


Naomi  Link 

I  believe  that  in  the  end  truth 
will  conquer. 


Allan  Lonas 

Patience  is  a  remedy  for  every 
sorrow. 


Watson  Lonas 
Language  is  the  dress  of 
thought. 

Katherine  McCormick 
Cleave  to  that  which  is  good. 


Frances  Miller 

Nothing  is  impossible  to  a 
willing  heart. 


Bernice  Moore 
A  light  heart  lives  long. 


Betty  Moore 

Good  will  is  the  mightiest, 
practical  force  in  the  universe. 


Hannah  Moore 

Where  there’s  a  will,  there’s 
a  way. 


Charlene  Morris 
Be  satisfied  with  nothing  but 
your  best. 


Jaunita  Myrtle 
She  never  speaks  before  she 
thinks. 


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Mary  Betsy  Pharr 
I  would  not  waste  the  spring¬ 
time  of  my  youth  in  idle  dalli¬ 
ance. 

Billy  Phipps 

But  when  he  speaks,  what  elo¬ 
cution  flows. 

Jean  Pittman 
She  has  a  kind  word  for  every¬ 
one. 

Betty  Plummer 
Reason  is  the  life  of  law. 

Jackie  Quick 

But  not  alone  in  the  silken 
snare,  did  she  catch  her  lovely 
flowing  hair. 

Jean  Reeves 

The  power  of  poetry,  thought, 
and  the  magic  of  winds.  r  / 


Richard  Reid 
A  progeny  of  learning. 

Virginia  Rogers 
’Tis  good  to  be  merry — wise. 

Virginia  Ross 
As  upright  as  the  cedar. 

Virginia  Saunders 
Her  ways  are  the  ways  of 
pleasantness  and  all  her  paths 
are  peace. 

Clinton  Showers 
We  grant  although  he  had 
much  wit, 

He  was  very  shy  of  using  it. 

Wanda  Tally 

We  have  loved  her  for  her 
beauty. 


Charlotte  Taylor 
She  has  no  malice  in  her  mind. 


Mac  Terry 

Life  is  a  game  that  must  be 
played. 


Mary  Ann  Trieschmann 
There  was  a  star  that  danced, 
and  under  that  was  I  born. 


Rusty  Twing 
Work  first  and  then  rest. 


Betty  Via 

Where  the  willingness  is  great, 
the  difficulties  cannot  be  great. 


Billie  Jean  Vines 

With  all  your  faults  we  love 
you  still. 

Ann  Yancey 

A  real  heart-breaker  with  dates 
by  the  score; 

When  she  settles  down,  we’ll 
wonder  no  more. 


Peggy  Drumheller  Woody  Herron 


Violet  Tanner 
This  little  lady  may  be  small; 
but  does  it  matter?  Not  at  all! 


Jo  Ann  Yount 
They  will  not  ask  if  you  won 
or  lost,  but  how  you  played 
the  game. 


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Most  Studious 
1  Bill  Dameron 
Mary  Betsy  Pharr 


Wittiest 

Peggy  Knapp 
^  Kirkley  Cline 


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Best  Sport 
Kitty  McCormick 
Woody  Herron 


Best  Looking 
James  Johns 
Wanda  Talley 


Best  Athlete 


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Woody  Herron 
Hannah  Moore 


Best  All-Around 
Pete  Kern 

v  Kitty  McCormick 


Most  Likely  to  Succeed 
Mary  Betsy  Pharr 
•  Bill  Dameron 


Most  Popular  Teacher 
Leslie  Gibbs 
$  Doris  Buhrman 

Quietest 
Bill  Dameron 
d  Thelma  Critzer 

Laziest 
i0  Jo  Ann  Yount 
Francis  Hughes 


Best  Personality 
-  Wanda  Talley 
Bob  Burns 


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Katherine  McCormick 


Pete  Kern 


Bob  Burns 

Bill  Dameron  Mary  Sue  Gochenour 


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Seniors 

7.  "How’s  school?” 

8.  "Betsy  and  Boots” 

9.  "Meatball” 

10.  "Girls  Supply-Approved!” 

11.  "What’s  cooking,  good-looking?” 

12.  "Just  girls” 

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1.  "Breezy” 

2.  "Is  it  good,  girls?” 

3.  "Dreamie-eyed” 

4.  "Flab” 

3.  "Trying  Trio” 

6.  "Words  fail  us” 


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President .  Eddie  Childs 

Vice-President . Hal  Gruver 

Secretary-T  re  usurer . Helen  Bateman 


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Editor . 

Business  Manager 

Literary  Editor . 

Art  Editor . 

Circulation  Manager 


Margaret  Critzer 
Joan  Coyner 
Leona  Armentrout 
Jackie  Darnell 
Frank  Williams 


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Bobby  Antrobus 
Lenoa  Armentrout 
Milnes  Austin 
George  Baker 

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LaNoma  Baktr^^** 

Helen  Bateman 
Gloris  Beahm 
Donald  Beverage 


Mary  Bloss 
Charles  Bones 


Delores  Burnett 
Eddie  Childs 
Joan  Coyner 
Daley  Craig 

Margaret  Critzer 
Jackie  Darnell 
Alice  Davis 
Marshall  Davis 


Anna  Dedrick 
Dolly  Dedrick 


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Jimmy  Dedrick 
Lillian  Diehl 
Eddie  Dinwiddie 
Arthur  Engman 

Ida  Fisher 

Catherine  Fitzgerald 
Betsy  Freed 
Peggy  Freed 


Robert  Goodloe 
Louise  Griggs 


Frances  Grissom 
Howell  G 
Mary  Hammer 
Edward  Haney 


Donald  Hang 
Gene  Heatwole 
Lucille  Henderson 
Colin  Hintze 


Bernard  Hunt 


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Helen  Jones 


Bill  Kinder 


Jody  Knapp 
Carl  Lamb 
Edythe  Landes 

William  Landes 
Patricia  Lilly 
Tommy  Lotts 
Jean  Lucas 


Betty  McCauley 
Nancy  McCracken 


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Mabel  McCrary 
Dudley  Morris 
Harold  Moyer 
Geraldngj^'Neigtybors 

wA,fiam  Peterson 
Agnes  Pforr 
Sarah  Plumb 


Billy  Quesenbery 


Betty  Quillen 
David  Rittenhouse 


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Jean  Roberts 
Jack  Ryman 
Herbert  Schwab 
Jean  Sheffield 

Carl  Shumate 
Peggy  Smith 
Jean  Spradlin 
Mabel  Teter 


Homer  Tomes 
Betty  Tomey 


Joycqr  Tuck 
Barbara  Wallace 
Jeanne  White 


Frank  Williams 


Bobby  Barnes 
Jimmy  Bratton 


Ruby  Dempsey 
Phylis  Eppard 


Not  Pictured: 


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Rudolph  Fitzgerald 
Arthur  Hodge 


Richard  Kidd 
Massie  Wright 


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Juniors 


Edythe” 

8.  "Sleepy-eyes” 

Leaning  on  the  wind” 

9.  "Words  fail  me” 

'Stars” 

10.  "Nick,  Jr.” 

Friends?” 

11.  "Mow’d  that  happ 

Grusome  Twosome” 

12.  "Typical” 

We  Three” 

13.  "Acrobats?” 

West  Virginia” 

14.  "Horrible!” 

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President  . Ann  Greaver 

Vice-President . Winifred  Fitzgerald 

Secretary-Treasurer . Ruth  Virginia  Maier 


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Editor . Binford  Chew 

Business  Manager . Barbara  Cohn 

Art  Editor . Lois  Furr 

Literary  Editor . Marianne  Shumate 

Not  Pictured: 

Circulation  Manager . Joan  Hanger 


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Aldridge 
Carl  Almarode 
Janet  Altice 
Ruby  Arnold 


Gene  Baber 
Jean  Birdsong 

Wayne  Brockenbrough 
Dorothy  Bryan 


Phil  Buchanan 

Frances  Camphell 
Jo  Aon  Cajaada 


Kenneth  Coffey 
Barbara  Cohn 
James  Craun 
Dorothy  Davis 


Sally  Ann  Ellis 
Jack  Fisher 

Kathryn  Fisher 

Howard  Fitzgerald 


Winifred  Fitzgerald 
Irma  Fitzpatrick 
Hazel  Fleeman 
Lois  Furr 


Gene  Garst 
Jay  Grossman 
Joan  Hanger 
Mazie  Hanger 


Mary  Louise  Harry 
Lemuel  Irvin 
Shirley  Johnson 
Jimmy  Johnston 


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Mary  Kennedy 
Pickford  Kennedy 
Juanita  Keyser 
Helen  Kinser 


Janet  Knicely 
Gertrude  Lamb 
Peggy  Lamb 
Shirley  Larsen 


Sue  Lawless 
Ruth  Luc  as 

Anne  McDaniel 
Nina  McGann 


J.  S.  McMillan 
Ruth  Maier 

Clemmer  Matheny 
Douglas  Matheny 


Melvin  Mays 
Bobby  Moore 
Delores  Moyer 
Peggy  Moyer 


Melvin  Niedentohl 
Margaret  Parnell 
Raymond  Parnell 
Robert  Pleasants 


Betsy  Potts 

Betty  Lou  Powell 
Jackie  Quesenbery 
Frances  Quick 


Frances  Quillen 
Bunnie  Ricks 
Janice  Sandridge 
Eleanor  Saunders 


Helen  Anderson 
William  Ball 
Phil  Brooks 
Macon  Brown 
Mary  Virginia  Cason 


Not 

Joyce  Cooke 
Lewis  Craig 
Violet  Crouch 
Powell  Foster 
Ann  Greaver 
Billy  Hite 


Pictured 

Joyce  Hintze 
Ruth  Humphreys 
Charles  Hutton 
Genevieve  Jarman 
Everett  Johns 


Rose  Marie  Saunders 
Betty  Lou  Shifflet 
Marianne  Shumate 
Freida  Simmons 

Barbara  Snead 
Janice  Steele 

Mary  Lee  Stinespring 
Jean  Tanner 


Ann  Taylor 

Walter  Thompson 
Ralph  Wagner 

Margaret  Woolford 


Billy  Walker 
Delore  Yancey 
Jane  Zimmerman 


Linwood  Laury 
Mary  Alice  McComb 
William  Maney 
Mildred  Roadcap 


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1.  "Moyer” 

2.  "The  gang’s  all  here” 

3.  "Betsy” 

4.  "Three’s  a  crowd” 

5.  "Look  at  that  snow!” 

6.  "Dot” 


Sophomores 

7.  "Throw  it,  Jean!” 

8.  "Our  Jackie” 

9.  "A  thorn  between  two  roses” 

10.  "How’s  the  weather  up  there?” 

11.  "Gimmie  a  ride” 


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President . Margaret  Armentrout 

Vice-President . Ora  June  Wade 

S  ecretary-T  re  usurer . Mildred  Maney 


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Editor . Richard  Lotts 

Business  Manager . Peggy  Glenn 

Literary  Editors  ... Frances  Ellen  Coley,  Billy  Plummer 

Art  Editor . Jean  Ann  Copper 

Circulation  Manager .  . John  Taylor 


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Paul  Almarode 
Joan  Anderson 

Margaret  Armentrout 
Billie  Jean  Bashlor 
Emma  Belle  Bateman 

Charles  Beard 
Jane  Beard 

Cullen  Bradley 
Melvin  Breeden 
Warren  Burns 

Beatrice  Campbell 
Robert  Campbell 
Juanita  Carr 

Lula  Bell  Carter 
John  Childress 

Carl  Coiner 

Frances  Ellen  Coley 
Jimmy  Cook 

Jean  Ann  Copper 
Buddy  Coyner 

Robert  Critzer 
Jerry  Cummings 
Eugene  Daughtery 
James  Dodd 
Eugene  Doniel 

Ben  Dorrier 
Junior  East 
Billy  Eppard 
Letty  Fisher 

Buddy  Fitzgerald 

Mary  Lee  Fitzgerald 
Newton  Fitzgerald 
Erma  Forloines 
Harold  Frasher 
Billy  Frye 

Peggy  Glenn 

Hamilton  Graves 
Douglas  Gumm 
Tommie  Guthrie 
Mary  Frances  Hall 

Audrey  Hamilton 
Norman  Hammond 
Grace  Hanger 
David  Harrel 
Tommy  Hassard 


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Barbara  Heatwole 
Sylvia  Herron 
Irene  Hodge 
Patricia  Hollar 
Frances  Hoy 


Stella  Hudson 

Lucille  Humphrey 
Douglas  Hunte 
Van  Irvin 

Mary  Ann  Johnson 


Carl  Jones 

Mary  Ann  Keenan 
Minnie  Gray  Kibler 
Vernon  Kidd 
Conrad  Kurtz 


Buford  Lamb 

Ada  Mae  Lavender 
Lois  Lawhorn 
Gail  Leap 

Richard  Lotts 


Mary  Ann  Myrtle 
Stella  Nicely 
Eva  Owens 

Patricia  Pendergraft 
Ollie  Pirkey 


Ruth  Pforr 

Margaret  Plumb 
Billy  Plummer 
Elwood  Quick 
Tommy  Raftery 


Dorothy  Ralston 
Rudolph  Reed 
Marvin  Reynolds 
Delores  Robinson 
Brian  Ross 


Dickie  Lovegrove 
Frances  Lowery 
Keith  McCormick 
William  Madison 
Helen  Marks 


Helen  Maupin 
Hazel  Meeks 
Jay  Mize 

Samuel  Morris 
Gilda  Moyer 


Sarah  Ruffner 
Lee  Roy  Ruppel 
Carl  Sheffield 
Billy  Shorter 
Paul  Shue 


Bertie  Mae  Smith 
Douglas  Smith 
Betty  Snead 

Christine  Sprouse 
Cannon  Steele 


Robert  Steele 
’  Albert  Swink 

Hunter  Swink 
Audr 
Betty 


Charles  Taylor 
John  Taylor 
Paul  Taylor 
Eddie  Terry 

Joyce  Thompson 


Lois  Thurston 
Arnett  Tomey 
J.  D.  Tyree 

Bobby  Ann  Vines 
Jean  Wade 

Ora  June  Wade 
Marie  Wagner 
Bobby  Walters 
Jean  Wheeler 
Nancy  Williams 

Lois  Wimer 
Pauline  Wood 
Betty  Wright 
Meredith  Wright 
W.  R.  Wright 
Sally  Zimmerman 


Not  Pictured 
Betty  Mae  Allen 
Vernon  Burnett 
Dorothy  Cale 
Helen  Cale 
Gene  Childress 
Betty  Jean  Claytor 
Glen  Comer 
Russel  Coffey 
James  Craig 
Dorothy  Critzer 
Henry  Davis 
Ralph  Drummond 
Juanita  Ellison 
Alpha  Mae  Ferguson 
Junior  Fisher 
Annabell  Gilliam 
Shirley  Grant 
Robert  Harlowe 
Smedly  Hartwick 
Hilda  Iseli 
Nancy  Johnston 
Peggy  Jones 
William  Kidd 
Curtis  Link 
Margaret  Little 
Betty  McCambridge 
Charles  McCauley 
Dale  McCauley 
Charles  McLese 
Mildred  Maney 
Peggy  Mullens 
Bradley  Myrtle 
Tessie  Neofotis 
Lee  Norman 
Iva  Mae  Pieratti 
Carlie  Potter , 

Martha  Pleasants 
Robert  Reed 
Herbert  Ross 
Alice  Sandridge 
Howard  Schultz 
Johnny  Shifflett 
Bill  Smith 
Johnny  Smith 
Hugh  Stinespring 
Johnny  Troxell 
Frederick  White 
Joyce  Wimer 
Christine  Wolfe 
James  Worth 
Norwood  Wright 


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Freshmen 


1.  "Hi  Curie”  5. 

2.  "Going  somewhere”  6. 

3.  "Sylvia  and  Woody”  7. 

4.  "Where’s  Bill?”  8. 


"How’s  sleighriding?”  9. 

"Beatrice  and  cat”  10. 

"Brooklyn”  11. 

"All  dressed-up”  12. 


"Jean” 

"Frances  and  Clinton” 
"Hula-hula  or  rather  huba-huba! 
"Watch  the  ice” 


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Our  Writers  Whose  Contributions  Appear  in  the  Literary  Section 


1.  SENIORS — Standing — Billy  Dameron  Hannah  Moore.  Seated — Richard  Reid,  Mary  Sue  Gochenour,  Jean  Reeves, 
Jo  Ann  Yount.  Not  in  picture — Charles  Campbell.  2.  JUNIORS — Margaret  Critzer,  Joan  Coyner,  Leona  Armentrout  La 
Noma  Baker,  Bernard  Hunt.  3.  SOPHOMORES — Front  row  left  to  right — Janet  Altice,  Sally  ‘  Ellis,  Binford  Chew,  Ruth 
Lucas,  Flora  Larsen.  Back  row — Billy  Hite  and  Bill  Maney.  Not  in  picture — Ann  Greaver.  4.  FRESHMAN — Front  row, 
left  to  right — Minnie  Grey  Kibler,  Oi'a  June  Wade,  Eva  Owens,  Dickie  Lovegrove.  Back  row — Margaret  Plumb,  Frances  Coley 
Margaret  Armentrout,  Margaret  Ann  Myrtle.  Not  in  picture — Peggy  Glenn. 


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Third  Row — Left  ot  right:  Miss  Doris  Buhrman,  Vivian  Henderson,  Betty  Lou  Shifflett,  Joan 

Coyner,  Binford  Chew,  Barbara  Cohn,  Janice  Steele. 

Second  Row:  Jean  Birdsong,  Marianne  Shumate,  Sally  Ann  Ellis,  Janet  Knicely,  Joyce  Hintze, 

Joe  Ann  Canada,  Frances  Coley,  Frances  Miller. 

Sitting:  Powell  Foster,  Betty  Quillen,  president;  Daley  Craig,  Jackie  Quesenbery,  Secretary- 

treasurer;  Jay  Grossman. 


The  Latin  Club  attempts  to  gain  an  understanding  of  the  cultural  background  for  the 
Roman  language  and  to  appreciate  its  value.  It  strives  to  become  more  familiar  with  the 
everyday  uses  of  the  Latin  language. 


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The  Spanish  Club,  organized  this  year,  has  as  its  purposes  to  create  more  interest  in 
the  Spanish  language  and  to  increase  the  knowledge  of  the  cultural  Spain. 


Third  Row — Left  to  right:  Hal  Gruver,  Hannah  Moore,  Mary  Sue  Gochenour,  Rusty  Twing, 
vice-president;  Ann  McDaniel,  Billy  Phipps,  Mrs.  Sutherland. 

Second  Row:  Ann  Greaver,  Margaret  Critzer,  Peggy  Smith,  treasurer;  Kathryn  Fisher,  Peggy 

Knapp,  Lillian  Diehl. 

Sitting:  Peggy  Freed,  president;  Ann  Best,  secretary;  Mary  Louis  Alphin. 

Not  in  picture:  Kitty  McCormick. 


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Standing — Left  to  right:  Betsy  Potts,  Joyce  Hintze,  Mary  Hammer,  LaNoma  Baker,  Buddy 
Davis,  Jackie  Quick,  Joan  Hanger,  Tommy  Raftery,  Grace  Hanger. 

Sitting:  Sylvia  Herron,  treasurer;  Peggy  Freed,  president;  Billy  Hite,  vice-president;  Bette 

Johnson,  secretary. 

Net  in  picture:  Edythe  Landes,  Hunter  Swink. 


The  Social  Committee,  consisting  of  fourteen  students,  is  chosen  by  homerooms  and 
with  the  approval  of  the  Student  Council.  There  are  three  faculty  sponsors.  ^ 

The  committee  meets  to  plan  and  sponsor  the  dances  and  the  socials  of  the  school. 


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The  Student  Council  of  1945-46  has  striven  to  make  Waynesboro  High  School  a 
more  democratic  place  by  allowing  the  students  to  help  govern  themselves  as  long  as 
their  actions  seem  to  contribute  to  the  welfare  of  the  school.  The  council  has  done  much 
to  aid  in  this  program.  It  has  also  cooperated  with  the  Athletic  Association  in  helping 
with  the  games.  An  Honor  Court  has  been  organized  in  order  to  improve  the  conduct 
in  the  school. 


Standing — Left  to  right:  Mrs.  Sutherland,  Harold  Frasher,  Violett  Crouch,  Leroy  Ruppert,  Pete 

East,  Herbert  Schwab,  Margaret  Little,  Mr.  Gibbs. 

Sitting:  Alice  Davis,  Richard  Lotts,  Paul  Shue,  Wanda  Talley,  secretary;  Bill  Dameron, 
president;  Harold  Moyer,  Helen  Kinser,  June  Chandler. 

Not  in  picture:  Margaret  Armentrout,  Charles  Padgett,  vice-president. 


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Standing — Left  to  right:  Kirkley  Cline,  David  Rittenhouse,  Virginia  Ross,  Wanda  Talley, 
Rudy  Fitzgerald,  Mr.  Gibbs,  Frances  Hughes,  Betty  Ann  Allen,  Betty  Tomey,  Coke  Hintze, 

Clinton  Showers. 

Kneeling:  Ann  Yancey,  Audra  Frasher,  Peggy  Drumheller,  Ruby  Dempsey,  Ordella  Coleman,  Betty 
Plummer,  Charlotte  Taylor,  Sylvia  Halterman,  Jean  Pittman. 

Not  in  picture:  Martha  Diehl,  Jackie  Fitzgerald,  Juanita  Jones,  Carl  Landes,  Edythe  Landes. 


The  D.  O.  class  was  organized  to  give  students  experience  in  vocational  work.  This 
enables  the  student  after  graduation  to  go  into  a  job  in  which  he  has  had  experience. 


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" Service  to  others  in  both  the  immediate  commun¬ 
ity  and  on  the  national  and  international  levels.” 

The  Waynesboro  High  School  is  enrolled  100  per  cent  in  the  Junior  Red  Cross.  The 
planning  for  this  organization  is  done  through,  the  Student  Council  Committee  and 
the  homeroom  representatives.  This  year,  the  Junior  Red  Cross  has  helped  in  time  of 
peace  by  making  place  cards  for  the  Army  and  Navy  Hospitals  during  the  Christmas 
and  New  Year  season.  The  members  have  assisted  with  the  Annual  Poppy  Sale,  helped 
with  the  T.  B.  Bangle  sale,  cooperated  in  the  National  Clothing  Drive  by  collecting 
clothes  for  overseas  and  also  collecting  food  for  the  European  countries.  They  have 
assisted  with  the  sale  of  War  Saving  Stamps  and  assisted  with  school  activities  where 
need:d. 


Horizontally-Left  to  right:  Mrs.  Richard  Carter,  Douglas  Gumm,  Richard  Lotts,  Carl  Jones, 
Betty  Via,  Jean  Pittman,  Paul  Shue,  Jay  Grossman,  Dickie  Lovegrove,  Charles  McCauley, 

Miss  Elizabeth  Squires. 

Vertically — Left  Row:  Jean  Wheeler,  Alice  Davis,  Thelma  Critzer,  Margaret  Armentrout, 
Frances  Quick,  Violett  Crouch,  Shirley  Larsen,  Eva  Owens. 

Vertically — Right  Row:  Minnie  Kibler,  Jeanne  White,  Barbara  Wallace,  Mary  Louise  Alphin, 
Dolly  Dedrick,  Lillian  Diehl,  Mildred  Maney,  Ann  McDaniel. 

Not  in  picture:  Helen  Bateman,  Shirley  Johnson,  Betty  McCauley,  Jay  Mize,  Marianne  Shumate. 


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Left  to  right:  Newton  Fitezgrald,  Dorothy  Davis,  Diane  Ricks,  Mary  Ann  Myrtle, 
Jean  Reeves,  Ora  June  Wade,  Sylvia  Herron. 

Second  Row:  Miss  Edith  Snidow,  Peggy  Lamb,  Shirley  Johnson,  Minnie  Kibler,  Jean  Birdsong, 
secretary;  Agnes  Pforr,  Mary  Alice  McComb,  Eleanor  Saunders,  Margaret  Armentrout,  June 

Chandler,  Louise  Griggs. 

Third  Row:  Mary  Virginia  Cason,  Ruth  Pforr,  Juanita  Carr,  Ruby  Arnold,  Betty  Taylor, 
Lois  Furr,  Flora  Larsen,  Janet  Altice,  Mary  Sue  Gochenour,  vice-president. 

Fourth  Row:  Jean  Wheeler,  Donald  Hanger,  president;  Millie  Maney,  Billy  Peterson,  Mary 
Lee  Stinespring,  Vivian  Henderson,  Hugh  Stinespring,  Betsy  Potts,  Richard  Reid,  Mary  Louise 

Harry,  Vernon  Kidd,  Billy  Hite. 


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First  Row:  Mary  Lee  Fitzgerald,  Sally  Zimmerman,  Lois  Thurston,  Miss  Edith  Snidow. 
Second  Row:  Mary  Betsy  Pharr,  Naomi  Link,  Ollie  Perky,  Pauline  Wood,  Joan  Anderson, 
Janice  Sandbridge,  Betty  McCambridge,  Ruth  Humphreys,  Rose  Marie  Saunders,  Joyce  Hintze, 

Patricia  Pendergraft. 

First  Row:  Lois  Lawhorn,  Frances  Miller,  Iva  Mae  Pieratti,  Ruby  Dempsey,  Stella  Nicely, 

Bobby  Barnes,  Arthur  Engman,  Harold  Frasher. 

Not  in  picture:  Betty  Allen,  Jo  Ann  Canada,  Jimmy  Bratton,  Phil  Buchanan,  Peggy  Drumhellar, 
Nita  Ellison,  Audra  Frasher,  Peggy  Glenn,  Lucille  Henderson,  Bobby  Moore,  Johnny  Smith. 


The  Glee  Club  is  an  organization  of  both  boys  and  girls.  They  have  worked  together 
to  learn  more  about  music  and  to  appreciate  its  worth. 

The  Glee  Club  presented  "Christmas  Memories,”  a  pageant  of  scenes  from  a  serviceman’s 
Christmas  cards.  The  show  was  built  around  a  real  life  presentation  of  Christmas  scenes 
from  the  cards  of  a  wounded  serviceman  received  while  in  a  hospital  in  Europe.  The 
art  students  collaborated  with  the  Glee  Club  in  this  presentation  in  December. 

In  the  spring  the  Glee  Club  gave  a  light  musical,  "Now  and  Then”  with  music  and 
dances  representing  the  different  periods  of  American  life. 

For  Easter,  they  presented  a  pageant,  "Lilies  of  the  Dawn”  and  led  an  assembly  pro¬ 
gram  of  community  singing. 

Commencement  music  was  sponsored  by  the  Glee  Club. 


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The  cheerleaders,  with  the  cooperation  of  the  school  at  large,  have  constantly  worked 
to  promote  good  sportsmanship,  to  arouse  and  maintain  school  spirit,  to  encourage  the 
teams,  and  to  add  color  to  the  occasion. 


Left  to  right:  Jean  Birdsong,  Jean  Lucas,  Jackie  Quesenbery,  Wanda  Talley,  Nancy  Mc¬ 
Cracken,  Peggy  Smith,  head  cheerleader;  Diane  Ricks,  Emma  Jean  Kite,  Barbara  Heatwole, 

Sylvia  Herron,  Margaret  Little. 


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First  Row — Left  to  right:  J.  S.  McMillin,  Bob  Burns,  secretary-treasurer;  Woody  Herron, 
president;  Hal  Gruver,  vice-president;  Robert  Pleasants. 


Second  Row:  Willie  Landes,  Charles  Bones,  Pete  Kern,  Gene  Baber,  Eddie  Childs,  Mac  Terry. 

Third  Row:  Coke  Hintze,  Gene  Heatwole,  Carl  Shumate,  Cullen  Bradley,  Eddie  Dinwiddie. 

Fourth  Row:  Coach  Leitch,  Richard  Kidd,  Frances  Hughes,  Watson  Lonas,  Allan  Lonas, 

Billy  Queaenbery. 


Not  in  picture:  Milnes  Austin. 


The  "W”  Club  aims  to  maintain  a  high  scholastic  standard,  promote  better  sports¬ 
manship,  create  interest  in  high  school  athletics,  develop  leadership  and  better  health 
habits  through  training,  and  take  responsibility  of  sports  advertising. 

Membership  qualifications  for  the  club  are  that  all  members  earn  a  varsity  letter  for  a 
major  sport. 

The  "W”  Club  this  year  had  charge  of  the  paper  drive,  advertised  and  ushered 
at  games,  and  sponsored  a  dance. 


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First  Row — Left  to  right:  Francis  Hughes,  Robert  Pleasants,  Bradley  Myrtle,  Coke  Hintze, 
Milnes  Austin,  Coach  Leitch,  Gene  Heatwole,  Bill  Quesenbery,  Charles  Campbell,  Bob  Burns. 
Second  Row:  Charles  Bones,  Robert  Goodloe,  Macon  Brown,  Eddie  Terry,  Howard  Schultz, 
Dayton  Cunningham,  Bobbie  Barnes,  Daley  Craig,  Howell  Gruver. 

Third  Row:  Buddy  Fitzgerald,  Mac  Terry,  Bernard  Hunt,  Jack  Fisher,  Raymond  Parnell, 
Willie  Landes,  Woody  HeTron,  Billy  Shorter,  Tommy  Raftery,  Carl  Shumate,  Jack  Hutton. 
Fourth  Row:  Eddie  Dinwiddie,  Billy  Smith,  Cullen  Bradley,  Allan  Lonas,  Pete  Kern,  Homer 
Tomes,  J.  S.  McMillin,  Eddie  Childs,  Clem  Matheny,  Lloyd  Blackwell,  Art  Scheiwe. 

Not  in  picture:  Gene  Baber,  Rudolph  Reed. 


Little  Giants’  football  team  was  one  of  the  lightest  in  years,  but  their  hard-hitting 
tactics,  coupled  with  speed  and  deception,  pulled  them  through  many  of  their  tough 
games.  Heavily  outweighed  by  almost  every  team  they  encountered,  the  Little  Giants 
time  and  again  resorted  to  speed  and  deception  to  earn  victories  in  four  of  the  nine 
contests  they  played.  Reserves,  although  lacking  in  weight  and  experience,  played  a 
feature  part  in  the  success  of  the  team.  Greater  portion  of  the  first  string  will  return 
next  season  and  their  added  experience,  plus  a  more  experienced  squad,  will  greatly  in¬ 
crease  their  chances  for  a  successful  season. 


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First  Row — Left  to  right:  Betty  McCauley,  Jane  Zimmerman,  Kitty  McCormick,  captain; 

Peggy  Moyer,  Tessie  Neofotis. 

Second  Row:  Ruby  Arnold,  Margaret  Critizer,  Barbara  Heatwole,  Hannah  Moore,  Jo  Ann 

Yount,  Delores  Burnett. 

Third  Row:  Violette  Tanner,  Jackie  Quesenbery,  Mary  Virginia  Cason,  Lucille  Humphrey, 

Eva  Owens,  Eleanor  Saunders,  Edythe  Landes. 

Fourth  Row:  Miss  Hester,  coach;  Helen  Jones,  assistant  manager;  Binford  Chew,  Bunnie 
Ricks,  Sally  Zimmerman,  Virginia  Saunders,  manager. 


With  only  one  varsity  player  left  from  last  year’s  squad  and  breaking  in  a  new  coach, 
Miss  Lois  Hester  in  the  bargain,  the  Little  Amazons  came  up  with  a  creditable  season 
of  seven  wins,  seven  losses,  several  of  them  being  heartbreakers,  and  one  surprise  tie  with 
Fairfax  Hall.  In  every  win  it  was  tight  guarding  and  dead-eye  shooting  that  paid  off. 


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The  Little  Giants  ’46  squad  had  a  very  successful  season.  By  breaking  Harrisonburg’s 
grip  on  them,  they  were  able  to  win  the  district  championship  and  then  went  on  to  beat 
Fredericksburg  for  the  western-half  crown,  in  one  of  their  best  games.  The  finishing 
touch  was  in  beating  Grundy  High  School  to  win  the  state  championship.  Their  record 
for  conference  games  was  three  losses  and  eleven  wins. 


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Clifton  Forge 

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Harrisonburg - 

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Covington 

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Staunton 

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Fieldale 

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Covington 

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Waynesboro  High  Team  Overcomes  Highly  Rated  Harrisonburg 

Squad  to  Win  District  II  Cup 

The  Little  Giants  won  the  final  game  of  the  "B”  class  tournament  in  Lexington  the 
night  of  Friday,  March  8,  defeating  the  much  favored  Blue  Streaks  from  Harrisonburg. 
The  Little  Giants  had  lost  three  games  to  Harrisonburg  this  year,  but  they  came  out 
of  the  shell  for  Friday  night’s  game.  Although  they  were  off  on  their  shooting,  the  floor 
play  was  excellent.  Leading  the  Little  Giants  in  points  were  Buster  Bones  and  Homer 
Tomes  with  five  points  each.  The  game  started  very  slowly  with  both  teams  shooting 
rather  aimlessly  and  failing  to  make  the  baskets,  but  Harrisonburg  came  out  with  two 
foul  shots  and  a  field  throw  in  rapid  succession  to  give  the  Streaks  a  4-0  lead.  Bones 
narrowed  the  lead  by  a  field  goal,  but  the  opponents  gathered  a  five-point  lead  with  a 
field  goal  closely  followed  by  a  foul  shot.  Then  Howell  Gruver  put  the  hard  fighting 
Giants  back  in  the  game  with  a  neat  lay-up  shot  which  left  the  locals  trailing  7-4  at 
the  end  of  the  first  period. 

The  second  period  scoring  was  opened  with  a  long  handed  push  shot  by  Homer  Tomes 
which  put  the  Little  Giants  only  one  point  behind  the  Streaks.  The  Streaks  left  the  Giants 
trailing  by  netting  a  field  throw  and  foul  shot.  Gruver  dropped  another  throw  to  set 
the  locals  up  to  within  two  points  of  the  opponents,  only  to  have  them  net  two  more 
free  throws.  Charles  Bones  nipped  the  lead  to  three  points  by  a  charity  toss,  which  was 
followed  by  a  field  goal  from  Austin  and  a  free  throw  by  Woody  Herron  which  knotted 
the  score  12-12  at  half-time. 

Harrisonburg  opened  by  another  free  throw,  but  Bones  erased  the  lead  with  his  second 
two  points  to  put  the  locals  in  the  lead  for  the  first  time.  But  the  Streaks  came  back 
with  a  free  toss  and  a  field  goal  to  enter  the  fourth  period  with  a  two  point  lead.  The 
first  five  minutes  showed  an  outstanding  defensive  battle  with  Tomes’  free  throw  being 
the  only  score.  With  only  three  minutes  to  play,  Tomes  broke  loose  with  his  second 
push  shot  of  the  game  to  give  the  Giants  a  one  point  lead.  Suddenly  switching  from  a 
fast  breaking  game  to  a  stalling  one,  the  Little  Giants  caught  the  hapless  Streaks  un¬ 
awares.  In  their  efforts  to  recover  the  ball,  the  Harrisonburg  squad  fouled  four  times 
within  40  seconds  of  play,  but  they  were  unable  to  break  up  the  Giants  freezing  tactics. 
With  less  than  two  seconds  to  play,  Gruver  slipped  through  the  widely  spread  opponents 
to  lay  up  the  final  score  of  the  game  19-16  for  "Waynesboro’s  game.” 

In  winning  this  game  the  Giants  took  a  district  championship  cup  which  Harrisonburg 
had  held  for  two  years.  This  win  gave  them  a  chance  to  play  Fredericksburg  for  the 
western  half-state  championship. 


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The  Little  Giants,  playing  their  own  special  brand  of  basketball,  trounced  over  Fred¬ 
ericksburg  to  win  the  right  to  play  Grundy  High  School  for  the  State  Championship. 

High  scorer  for  the  game  was  Homer  Tomes  who  netted  12  points.  Out  of  the  four¬ 
teen  players  who  played,  nine  Little  Giants  scored. 

Howell  Gruver,  playing  one  of  his  best  floor  games,  took  rebounds  off  both  boards 
with  monotonous  regularity.  He  was  greatly  aided  in  defensive  play  by  Charles  Bones 
who  also  played  his  best  floor  game  of  the  season. 

The  Fredericksburg  "Jackets”  were  completely  baffled  by  the  rushing  tactics  employed 
by  the  Giants  and  they  were  forced  to  rely  on  long  shots  that  repeatedly  failed  to  connect. 

The  starting  whistle  had  hardly  been  blown  when  Miles  Austin  took  a  rebound  off  the 
backboard  to  set  up  a  lead  which  the  Little  Giants  did  not  relinquish  during  the  entire 
game. 

The  only  serious  threat  the  "Jackets”  offered  was  in  the  final  minute  of  the  first 
period  when  they  tied  the  score  8  all. 

The  score  at  half  was  21-10.  During  the  second  period  the  locals  piled  up  11 
more  points  to  put  the  score  32-17  at  the  end  of  the  third  period  to  settle  all  doubt  as 
to  the  outcome  of  the  game.  Coach  Leitch  was  able  to  play  nine  of  his  reserve  squad,  four 
of  whom  scored. 

The  Little  Giants’  game  ended  with  a  score  of  48-2  5. 


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The  Little  Giants  scored  an  easy  win  over  Grundy  High  School,  Thursday,  March  21, 
to  win  the  state  title. 

The  blue  and  gold  cagers  were  seldom  able  to  penetrate  the  tight  defense  which  the 
Giants  set  up.  The  locals  were  more  than  a  match  for  the  southwestern  school  and 
they  deserved  to  win  the  state  championship. 

This  final  game  was  the  highlight  of  the  season  for  the  hardworking  Giants,  who  under 
the  guidance  of  Coach  Jimmy  Leitch,  have  worked  towards  this  goal  all  year. 

Box  score  for  the  game  is  as  follows: 


Player 

FG 

FT 

PF 

TP 

Tomes  f . 

.  6 

1 

3 

13 

Austin  f.  . 

.  5 

0 

0 

10 

Bones  c . 

.  2 

0 

4 

4 

Herron  g.  . 

.  3 

1 

2 

7 

Gruver  g.  . 

.  0 

1 

2 

1 

1.  “Coke”  2.  “2-man  (hoy)  team”  3.  “Over  the  top”  4.  “What  men!!”  5.  “Our  ga!  Tessie” 
6.  “Hattie”  7.  “Our  dream  man”  8.  “Are  those  feet  we  see?”  9.  “Captain  Kitty”  10.  “Nice 
physique?”  11.  “Rah,  Rah,  team — minus  Kitty”  12.  “Football  managers”  13.  “What  happened, 

honey?”  14.  “Trio  of  goldbricks” 


Sports 


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First  Row — Left  to  right:  Bill  Kinder,  Paul  Almarode,  Massie  Wright, 

Tommy  Lotts,  Peaches  Wright. 

Second  Row:  Howard  Schultz,  Phil  Buchanan,  Daley  Craig,  Bobby  Antrobus, 

Bradley  Myrtle. 

Third  Row:  Ralph  Drummond,  Billy  Maney,  Jack  Fisher,  Bob  Pleasants, 

Gene  Baber. 

Fourth  Row:  Mr.  DeLong,  Billy  Quesenberry,  Paul  Shue,  J.  D.  Tyree, 

Coach  Leitch. 

Not  in  picture:  Bill  Smith. 


Running  through  basic  training  for  future  battle  on  the  Little  Giants  Varsity,  the 
Junior  Varsity  came  up  with  a  bull’s  eye  on  ten  wins  and  no  losses,  despite  the  graduation 
of  several  men  to  the  Varsity.  Deep  in  reserves,  and  with  W.  J.  DeLong,  as  well  as 
Coach  Jimmy  Leitch,  to  give  them  the  know  how,  they  should  do  as  well  or  better  come 
next  year. 


0 

W.H.S. 

Staunton  . 

20 

22 

Staunton  . 

..  23 

24 

Staunton  Boy’s  Club 

..  20 

23 

A.M.A.  . 

12 

15 

V.S.D.B . 

..  14 

35 

0 

W.H.S. 

Grace  Luthern  . 

.  29 

52 

Shenandoah  . 

.  17 

29 

Lovingston  . 

.  14 

35 

V.S.D.B . 

.  24 

33 

Staunton  . 

.  23 

53 

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Charles  Campbell 
Marion  Drummond 
Pete  East 
Hal  Gruver 
Woody  Herron 
Scott  Nininger 
Giles  Powell 
Carl  Shumate 
Rudy  Via 

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Calvin  Via 
Willie  Landes 
Howell  Gruver 
Giles  Powell 
Gene  Baber 
Mac  Terry 
James  Johns 
Bernard  Hunt 
Bob  Antrobus 


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We,  the  Senior  class  of  Waynesboro  High  School  of  1946,  realizing  that  without  certain 
qualities  the  underclassmen  will  never  be  able  to  occupy  our  positions  here,  feel  it  proper  to 
make  certain  bequests  to  the  underclassmen. 

Bob  Burns  leaves  his  ability  to  argue  and  win  to  Massie  Wright. 

Kirk  Cline  leaves  his  ability  to  be  witty  to  Buster  Bones  who  is  trying  so  hard. 

Billy  Dameron  bequests  his  studious  ways  to  Bradley  Myrtle. 

Gip  Lee  Gibson  leaves  his  genius  in  the  physics  laboratory  to  Daley  Craig. 

Pete  Kern  leaves  his  title  as  “King  of  Conceit”  to  Phil  Buchanan  who  is  well  on  the  way. 

Alan  Lonas  leaves  his  fighting  spirit  to  future  players  with  orders  to  keep  the  football  team 
moving. 

Bill  Phipps  leaves  his  $1,000  to  Joyce  Wimer  so  that  she  can  buy  her  high  school  diploma. 

Rusty  Twing  leaves  his  place  in  the  “Melodiers”  to  Jimmy  Bratton  who  is  so  envious. 

We  are  sorry  Lois  Aldridge  doesn’t  have  time  to  leave  anything  because  she  is  so  busy  working 
on  her  ambition,  “to  get  married.” 

Betty  Ann  Allen  leaves  her  job  at  Connor’s  to  anyone  who  can  take  it. 

Mary  Louise  Alphin  leaves  her  quietness  to  Peggy  Smith. 

Evelyn  Arnold  leaves  her  big  “F”  to  Louise  Griggs  who  we  know  prefers  it  to  a  “W”. 

Ann  Best  leaves  her  reserved  place  at  F.  M.  S.  to  Lucille  Henderson  who  nearly  has  one  herself. 

June  Chandler  leaves  her  slimness  to  anyone  who  hopes  to  weigh  110  some  day. 

Ordella  Coleman  leaves  her  cute  figure  to  Peggy  Jones  who  already  has  the  red  hair. 

Thelma  Critzer  leaves  her  good  disposition  to  junior  boys  who  need  it  greatly. 

Graham  Driver  wills  her  frivolous  ways  to  a  sophomore  who  rightly  should  have  such  char¬ 
acteristics. 

Audra  Frasher  wills  her  book  on  how  to  get  engaged  to  so  many  different  people  at  the  same 
time  to  Gene  Garst  who  is  trying  so  hard  to  get  just  one. 

Mary  Sue  Gochenour  leaves  her  ability  to  do  everything  to  Peggy  Critzer. 

Vivian  Henderson  leaves  her  cheerful  personality  to  Jo  Ann  Canada. 

Gloria  Hicks  leaves  her  friendliness  to  Barbara  Heatwole. 

Elizabeth  Ann  Hitt  leaves  her  plumpness  to  Ruth  Lucas. 

Bette  Johnson  leaves  Coke”  to  Peggy  Smith  who  will  probably  get  him  anyway. 

Kay  Kinser  leaves  her  figure  to  Joyce  Hintze. 

Emma  Jean  Kite  leaves  her  “Dimples”  and  her  cute  figure  to  some  freshman  girl  so  Schultz 
won  t  be  lonesome. 

Naomi  Link  leaves  her  quiet  voice  to  Mary  Ann  Myrtle. 

Kitty  McCormick  leaves  her  basketball  position  to  Peggy  Moyer. 

Frances  Miller  leaves  her  quietness  to  Lucile  Humphreys. 

Hannah  Moore  leaves  her  ability  to  walk  in  and  out  of  class  to  Daley  Craig  who  always  gets 
caught. 

Mary  Betsy  Pharr  leaves  her  ability  to  get  tickled  to  Milnes  Austin. 

Virginia  Rogers  leaves  her  whiny  ways  to  Marianne  Shumate. 

Wanda  Talley  leaves  her  personality  to  Genevieve  Jarman. 

Mary  Ann  Trieschmann  leaves  her  ability  to  flirt  with  Howell  Gruver  to  Peggy  Smith  in  hopes 
that  success  will  be  hers. 

Jo  Ann  Yount  leaves  her  poetic  ability  to  Milnes  Austin  to  give  him  some  other  interest  than 
sports. 

Pete  East  leaves  his  ability  as  a  liar  to  Colin  Hintze  who  has  a  pretty  good  reputation  as  one 
already. 


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Allan  Haden  leaves  his  curly  hair  and  neat  ways  to  Willie  Landis  who  seems  to  be  O.  K.  without 
them.  „ 

Francis  Hughes  leaves  his  laziness  to  Robert  Goodloe. 

Richard  Reid  leaves  his  power  to  endure  a  class  of  30  some  girls  to  Carl  Shumate  who  would 
probably  be  in  seventh  heaven. 

Clinton  Showers  leaves  his  ability  to  bluff  to  anyone  who  has  to  go  before  the  honor  court. 

Mac  Terry  leaves  all  his  trick  basketball  shots  to  Howard  Schultz. 

Watson  Lonas  leaves  his  position  as  master  of  ceremonies  of  the  laboratory  bull  sessions  to 
Buster  Bones  who  is  so  envious. 

Mabel  Burnett  wills  her  quietness  to  Barbara  Cohn  telling  her  it  pays  to  listen  at  times. 

Ruby  Carr  leaves  her  ability  to  think  to  all  the  juniors  reminding  them  to  use  it  often. 

Elizabeth  Coffey  leaves  her  curly  hair  to  the  Zimmerman  sisters  wdth  instructions  to  keep  the 
curling  iron  hot. 

Martha  Diehl  leaves  her  job  at  Fishburne  Drug  Store  to  Betty  Taylor  as  a  sure  way  of  meeting 
lots  of  cadets. 

Peggy  Drumheller  leaves  her  sophisticated  ways  to  anyone  who  wishes  to  be  a  woman  of  the 
world. 

Frances  Fisher  leaves  her  brother  Junior  to  Plummy  Cason  with  instructions  to  handle  with 
loving  care. 

Jackie  Fitzgerald  wills  her  age  to  Bingo  Humphrys  knowing  she  could  use  a  couple  of  years. 

Leatrice  Hall  leaves  her  pleasing  ways  to  the  freshman  class  so  they  can  get  along  with  the 
teachers. 

Sylvia  Halterman  leaves  her  interest  in  the  Navy  to  so  many  envious  girls. 

Juanita  Jones  leaves  her  seat  in  history  class  to  anyone  who  promises  to  laugh  at  Mr.  Gibbs’  jokes. 

Margaret  Knapp  would  like  to  will  Milnes  Austin  to  Tessie  Neofotis  who  will  receive  him  with 
a  pounding  heart  and  open  arms. 

Bernice  Moore  leaves  her  job  at  the  dime  store  to  anyone  who  can  stand  up  eight  hours  a  day. 
Betty  Moore  wills  her  diamond  ring  to  anyone  who  wants  one  and  can’t  seem  to  succeed. 
Charlene  Morris  leaves  her  height  to  Massie  Wright  so  he  can  drop  the  ball  in  the  goal. 
Juanita  Myrtle  leaves  her  goo-goo  eyes  to  Eleanor  Saunders. 

Jean  Pittman  leaves  her  strawberry  hair  to  Warren  Burns. 

Betty  Plummer  leaves  her  ability  to  speak  to  Carl  Lamb  so  he  can  make  his  book  reports. 

Jackie  Quick  is  leaving  Jean  Birdsong  to  walk  the  long  trip  by  Fishburne  alone  next  year. 

Jean  Reeves  leaves  her  talkative  ways  to  Delores  Burnett  who  seems  to  get  along  O.  K.  on  her 
own. 

Virginia  Ross  leaves  her  old  flame,  Junior  Tomes,  to  all  the -junior  girls  who  seem  to  have 
taken  over  anyway. 

Violet  Tanner  leaves  her  ability  to  speak  French  to  next  year’s  French  class. 

Charlotte  Taylor  leaves  her  giggle  to  Dorothy  Davis. 

Betty  Via  leaves  her  good  nature  and  her  ability  to  get  along  with  people  to  Agnes  Pforr  in 

hopes  there  won’t  be  so  many  people  in  the  world  who  are  “gonna  be  sorry”. 

Billie  Jean  Vines  leaves  her  prissy  ways  to  her  sister,  Bobbie  Ann,  who  already  has  a  wonderful 
start. 

Anne  Yancey  leaves  all  her  boy  friends  but  one  to  her  little  sister  Lody,  who  seems  to  like  them 
better  than  her  own. 

Mrs.  Louis  Sutherland  has  nothing  to  will,  but  she  knows  a  lot  of  people  will  be  glad  that  she 
is  leaving  and  so  is  she. 

And  so  with  these  last  bequests  given  with  our  love  and  sincere  regards,  we  take  leave  of  the 
students  and  especially  the  faculty,  who  we  know  can  stand  anything  from  now  on. 

Signed  and  Witnessed 
this  5th  day  of  June, 

Senior  Class  of  ’46. 


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Senior  History 


In  1942  a  group  of  us  innocent  "Greenhorns” 
entered  Waynesboro  High  School  for  its  freshman 
year.  Although  young  and  inexperienced  we 
seemed  to  carry  through  the  hard  tasks  that  we 
had  to  undergo.  As  we  looked  forward  to  high 
school  and  all  its  fun  and  work,  we  knew  it 
wouldn’t  be  as  it  had  been  in  the  past  as  it  was 
only  a  year  before,  that  World  War  II  had  faced 
us,  and  we  would  have  to  give  up  a  lot  of  things 
because  of  it.  But  this  didn’t  bother  us;  we 
went  ahead  to  what  ever  might  occur.  For  being 
newcomers,  we  seemed  to  get  the  hang  of  things 
soon.  Both  our  boys  and  girls  played  sports;  some 
served  on  the  social  committee,  in  the  Dramatic 
Club,  in  the  Choral  Club,  and  on  the  Student 
Council.  We  took  part  in  the  Victory  Corps 
which  had  just  been  organized  in  helping  with  all 
the  necessary  drives  for  the  war.  At  the  end  of 
this  year  we  had  made  a  head  start  for  the  oncom¬ 
ing  year. 

September  1943  began  our  sophomore  year  let¬ 
ting  us  realize  that  we  were  one  step  higher  and 
no  longer  freshmen!  Yes,  we  were  no  longer  re¬ 
ferred  to  as  "Greenhorns”  but  as  "Wise  Fools.” 

Our  activities  this  year  included  sports  and  the 
various  committees.  The  Dramatic  Club  presented 
two  hit  performances,  one  being  a  play,  "Our 
Boarding  House,”  and  the  other,  "Cottonland  Min¬ 
strel.”  The  sophomore  class  participated  in  both. 
Every  Friday  night  we  had  "skirt  and  sweater”  or 
"jeep”  dances  which  were  well  attended  by  us. 


We  left  school  this  year  knowing  that  next 
year — at  least — we  would  be  "upper”  classmen. 
Oh-h. 

September  1944  found  us  walking  on  clouds. 
We  were  then  the  "uppers”  and  had  earned  the 
privileges  we  had  always  looked  forward  to. 

Along  the  entertainment  line  we  featured  a 
great  performance,  "The  Variety  Show,”  in  which 
many  of  our  classmates  displayed  their  talents. 
Another  great  success  was  a  banquet  we  held  in 
honor  of  the  seniors.  Again  our  class  was  repre¬ 
sented  in  the  Choral  Club,  Dramatic  Club,  Stu¬ 
dent  Council,  Social  Committee  and  Sports. 

This  year  we  parted  with  good  thoughts — next 
year. 

September  5,  1945 — O  happy  day!  We  entered 
our  senior  year  with  the  world  at  peace  for  the 
first  time  in  four  years.  This  helped  us  to  accom¬ 
plish  more  than  we  had  accomplished  in  our  other 
years.  We  organized  three  new  clubs,  Spanish, 
Latin,  and  a  Girls’  "W”  Club.  An  honor  court 
was  set  up  to  bring  about  better  behavior  in  our 
school. 

Sports  was  an  outstanding  phase  of  this  year’s 
school  work  culminating  in  our  basketball  team 
in  winning  the  Western  District  Title. 

This  year  much  was  learned  due  to  the  guid¬ 
ance  of  our  teachers  who  helped  us  prepare  for 
the  biggest  school  of  all — the  school  of  life. 


Senior  Prophecy 


FLASH! 

Professors  Darwin  Gibson  and  Einstein  Hughes 
have  just  invented  a  mechanical  robot  run  by 
atomic  power  that  does  everything  for  you  but  eat. 

Hannah  Moore,  brilliant  lawyer,  has  just  dis¬ 
covered  a  loophole  in  the  Marbery  vs.  Madison 
case;  if  Madison  were  still  alive,  he  could  be  sued. 

The  lyric  soprano,  Mary  Betsy  Pharr,  has  just 
taken  Broadway  by  storm.  The  song  with  which 
she  attained  her  success  was  "Bill  Bailey,  Please 
Come  Home.” 

Cactus  Cline  and  Gunpowder  Showers  have  just 
signed  up  for  another  five-year  term  with  Ranch 
O  Grandee  pictures. 

The  motto  is  no  longer  "Swing  and  sway  with 
Sammy  Kaye”,  but  "Dance  and  sing  with  Rusty 
Twing.” 

Woodie  Herron  signed  a  new  contract  with  the 


House  of  David  Baseball  Club,  but  is  having  con¬ 
siderable  trouble  because  he  can’t  grow  a  beard. 

Mary  Sue  Gochenour  has  now  replaced  Miss 
Edith  Snidow  as  Music  Supervisor  at  W.  H.  S. 

Bill  Phipps,  local  newspaper  carrier,  has  now 
deposited  $7,000  from  his  paper  sales  receipts. 

Miss  Buhrman  has  finally  gotten  married  and 
Mary  Louise  Alphin  has  taken  her  place  as  Latin 
teacher. 

Bette  Johnson  is  now  a  stenographer. 

Ordella  Coleman  is  now  competing  with  Libby 
Ann  Hitt  for  the  professional  typing  speed  record. 
Both  girls  have  records  of  better  than  300  words 
a  minute. 

Kay  Kinser  has  retired  from  her  job  as  a  bathing 
suit  model. 

Jo  Ann  Yount  has  just  declined  another  con¬ 
tract  with  W.  H.  S.  as  girls’  physical  education 


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instructor  in  order  to  accept  a  position  at  West- 
hampton  College. 

Betty  Ann  Allen  is  now  riding  instructor  at 
Fairfax  Hall  and  Audra  Frasher  is  Choral  Club 
director. 

Richard  Reid  is  a  prominent  poet  who  is  a  rival 
in  fame  with  Poe. 

Betty  Moore  is  still  waiting  on  Lee  Applegate — 
will  she  wait  forever? 

Virginia  Ross,  the  new  manager  at  the  telephone 
company,  says  that  her  girls  want  higher  wages  or 
they  will  strike. 

Sylvia  Halterman  and  Martha  Diehl  have  gone 
into  business  together  as  public  stenographers. 

Roses  dime  store  has  put  in  a  lunch  counter; 
now  Jaunita  Jones  and  Bernice  Moore  are  slinging 
food  across  the  counter. 

Billy  Jean  Vines  is  still  trying  and  finding  it  hard 
to  hold  a  man. 

The  new  editor  of  the  “News-Virginian,”  Peggy 
Drumheller,  is  debating  with  herself  whether  she 
should  have  a  ten-page  instead  of  the  usual  eight- 
page  newspaper. 

Frances  Fisher  still  receives  her  fan  mail  from 
the  many  boys  in  service. 

Leatrice  Hall  had  a  hard  time  passing  history  in 
high  school,  but  now  since  she  is  the  new  history 
teacher  in  Waynesboro  High,  she’s  making  it  hard 
for  others  to  pass  it. 

Peggy  Knapp,  who  always  tried  to  make  others 
laugh  and  found  it  hard  to  do,  is  trying  to  take 
over  the  program  Joan  Davis  has  held  down  for 
N.B.C.  for  the  past  20  years. 

Pete  East  has  had  so  much  experience  in  court 
that  he  has  become  a  sage  in  the  supreme  court. 

Ebbie  Arnold  has  outgrown  Fishburne,  but  she 
still  likes  a  uniform.  She  has  married  a  bellhop. 

Kitty  McCormick,  after  twenty  years  of  search¬ 
ing,  is  still  finding  mistakes  in  the  annual  she  edited 
back  in  ’46. 

Frances  Mill,  Vivian  Henderson,  and  Thelma 
Critzer  are  all  in  the  Nurse’s  Corps  to  make 
Waynesboro  well  represented  in  that  branch  of 
the  service. 

Dimple  Kite  was  a  cute  secretary  for  two  weeks. 
The  third  week  her  boss  married  her. 

Allan  Lonas  has  made  quite  a  success  in  the  field 
of  science.  He  now  heads  Westinghouse  research. 

Graham  Driver  got  out  of  grade  school  in  seven 
years,  high  school  in  four,  but  she  hasn’t  finished 
college  yet. 

Mrs.  Calvin  Via  has  settled  down  after  twenty 
years  and  has  a  contented  family  of  four. 

Twenty  years  ago  we  said,  “If  at  first  you  don’t 


succeed,  try,  try,  again.  “Lois  Aldrich  proved 
that  there  are  exceptions  to  all  rules.  She  isn’t 
married  yet,  but  has  reached  the  half-way  mark. 

June  Chandler  got  so  tired  of  saying,  "Suh”, 
that  she  has  lived  in  Buffalo  for  15  years. 

Virginia  Rogers  is  now  a  national  lecturer  on 
English  literature. 

Watson  Lonas,  finding  life  in  the  United  States 
too  dull,  went  back  to  the  beautiful  girls  on  the 
New  Hebrides  Islands. 

Mac  Terry  has  lost  so  much  money  to  Woodie 
Herron  that  he  has  now  become  a  professional 
poker  player. 

Casanova  Johns  is  working  twice  as  hard  as  any 
other  business  executive;  he  has  a  secretary  on  both 
knees. 

Allan  Haden  is  making  a  fortune  on  his  orchard 
and  has  just  bought  the  Waldorf-Astoria  Hotel  in 
New  York. 

Miss  Bush  (Sutherland)  was  such  a  good  history 
teacher  that  Bill  Dameron  and  Ernest  Kern  are 
now  famous  historians  trying  to  find  fault  with 
Plato,  Aristotle,  and  Socrates. 

Mary  Ann  Trieschmann  is  keeping  up  her 
record  of  falling  in  and  out  of  love  twice  a 
year. 

Ann  Best  has  married  a  millionaire  and  is  now 
a  prominent  socialite  in  New  York. 

Elizabeth  Coffey  has  just  inherited  an  automobile 
factory  that  sells  nothing  but  maroon  convertibles. 

Mable  Burnette,  who  thought  she  might  be  a 
secretary,  is  a  part  owner  of  the  Lillette  Beauty 
Shop. 

The  on  and  off  affair — Jackie  Fitzgerald  and 
Tiny  Rexrode. 

Jackie  Quick  took  a  nursing  course  so  she  can 
be  a  nurse  to  the  F.  M.  S.  cadets  since  she  is  too 
old  to  date  them  now. 

Juanita  Myrtle  is  still  going  through  life  ask¬ 
ing  silly  questions  that  get  dumb  answers. 

Charlotte  Taylor,  who  has  spent  two-thirds  of 
her  life  at  Bar’s  ten-cent  store  has  finally  decided 
to  spend  the  other  third  at  Roses’. 

Miss  Squires  has  given  up  the  hard  job  as  a 
commercial  teacher;  Charlene  Morris  has  taken 
over  the  fight. 

Mrs.  Marion  Drummond,  the  former  Miss  Jean 
Pittman,  is  enroute  to  Drummond’s  Island  in  the 
Pacific.  Her  husband  has  been  stationed  on  the 
island  for  so  long,  they  decided  to  rename  it  after 
him. 

Betty  Plummer  is  having  her  trouble  cooking 
food  for  her  father  in  his  cafe.  Food  is  so  plenti¬ 
ful  now,  she  hardly  knows  how  to  handle  it. 

Wanda  Talley,  the  glamour  girl  for  M.G.M., 


hasn’t  lost  a  bit  of  her  beauty.  She’s  still  as 
attractive  as  ever. 

Author  Jean  Reeves  is  writing  a  book  about  all 
the  famous  poets,  entitled  "Goodlooking  Poets  I 
Wish  I  Had  Known.” 

Violet  Tanner  is  still  trying  to  figure  out  how 
to  make  short  people  grow  tall. 

Ann  Yancey  is  making  a  study  of  high  blood 
pressure  to  see  if  she  really  had  it  in  her  younger 


days  or  if  it  was  just  a  new  heart  throb.  Maybe 
this  is  really  it. 

Virginia  Saunders,  who  was  a  waitress  at  Orkney 
Springs  during  the  summer,  now  has  the  job  as 
head  waitress  and  sees  that  others  do  their  work 
right. 

Bob  Burns  has  now  taken  over  the  radio  program 
of  the  original  Arkansas  Traveler,  Bob  Burns,  and 
is  still  slinging  the  corn. 


JVmerica  to 

Hannah  Moore,  Senior 


America  means  to  me — 

Home  with  Mom  and  Pop, 
the  pets,  the 

rock  garden,  the  fish  pool, 
the  trees,  and  the  dewy 
green  grass  studded 
with  flowers — 

The  many  different  houses, 

colonial,  modern,  gingerbread — 
The  sky  where  the  only  shadows 
are  those  which  precede  a  storm 
and  those  of  the  night — 

An  occasional  airplane 
with  silver  wings — 

The  blunt  red  building 

where  we  go  to  school — ■ 
basketball,  tennis, 
softball,  and  gym — ■ 
and  most  of  all 
the  friends  we  know 
in  the  hall  of  learning — 


good  friends — dear  friends — 
and  our  daily  loves — 

The  athletic  boy  who 

earns  his  letter  as  easily  as 
snapping  his  fingers,  or  the 
boy  who  tries  every  sport  but 
fails  by  a  little — 

The  girls  who  know  our  faults 
and  don’t  like  us, 
or  the  girls  who  are 
our  best  friends — 

The  Royal  Cafe  better  known  as  "Nick’s 
so  forbidden  by  the  professor, 
but  which  still  holds 
a  certain  fascination  for 
all  the  kids — shy  or  bold — 

The  town’s  main  theatre — 
very  nice — and  very  slow 
in  getting  the  pictures  we 
want  to  see — 


The  streets  of  the  town 
where,  unlike  big  cities, 
you  can  always  find  someone 
you  know — 

The  bowling  alley  with  the 

jeep  and  a  few  couples  dancing — 
the  round  tables  in  the  front 
windows  with  the  initials  of 
all  who  sat  there — cadets, 
school  boys,  school  girls,  sailors, 
soldiers — 

The  swimming  holes  where 
we  congregate  in  summer 
to  swim,  to  talk,  and  to  bathe 
in  the  sun — 

Mountain  Lake — though  artificial — 

very  cold  and  the  cleanest  water  we 


know — the  second  diving  pier 
where  we  jump  a  little — dive 
a  little — and  sun  ourselves  a 
great  deal — 

The  ball  park  where  some 
of  us  go  to  see  the  boring 
games  of  the  civic  leagues  and 
to  get  a  headache  from  the 
sun  which  glares  at  us 
during  the  game — 

The  church  on  Sundays — 
cool  and  calm — though 
full  of  people — nice  people, 
rich,  poor,  and  mediocre — 

These  are  the  things  that 

add  up  to  our  everyday  life 
which  means  America  to  me. 


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Binford  Chew,  Sophomore 


Music  is  a  beautiful  thought, 
Without  it  life  would  be  bare. 
Music  is  a  melody  sought, 

By  only  those  who  care. 

Music  is  a  way  to  express 
The  emotion  we  sometimes  feel. 
It  adds  new  luster  to  the  day. 

It  makes  your  senses  reel. 


Music  is  what  we  make  it, 

It  can  be  beautiful  and  slow. 

It  can  be  soft  and  melancholy. 
Ever  humming  sweet  and  low. 

Music  can  also  be  played 
As  jazz  in  the  modern  rime. 

But  the  old  masters’  compositions 
Will  last  ’til  the  end  of  time. 


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Self-Consciou  sness 

Janet  Altice,  Sophomore 


It  was  after  school  at  the  corner  drug  store. 
All  the  kids  were  going  there  for  their  afternoon 
sodas.  They  were  all  happily  yelling  and  talking 
to  each  other,  not  caring  particularly  what  the 
people  on  the  street  thought. 

After  they  had  gone,  a  small  quiet  girl  came 
down  the  street  very  slowly.  I  would  say  she  was 
about  fourteen  or  fifteen,  but  she  was  not  like  the 
other  girls  with  their  clanging  bracelets  and  nice 
clothes. 


As  she  passed  the  drug  store  she  looked  enviously 
at  the  girls  and  boys  who  were  dancing  to  the 
juke-box  and  sipping  sodas.  She  hesitated  at  the 
door.  Just  then  a  late  group  of  girls  came  down 
,the  street  and  into  the  store.  They  laughed  a 
hearty  laugh  as  they  reached  the  door.  The  small 
girl  thought  they  were  laughing  at  her.  She 
turned  away  slowly  and  went  on  her  way,  think¬ 
ing  in  her  heart  that  she  was  the  ugliest  thing  in 
the  world. 


The  Life  and  Personality  of  a  Leaf 

Bill  Maney,  Sophomore 


A  leaf  gets  its  life  and  personality  from  the  tree 
on  which  it  grows.  Therefore  you  can  say  that 
the  leaf  is  like  the  child  of  the  mother  tree.  When 
the  leaf  begins  to  grow  it  is  green  and  it  stays 
this  way  until  it  turns  red,  then  brown,  and  then 
it  falls  off  the  tree.  The  latter  is  the  most  con¬ 
spicuous  detail  of  its  life.  The  average  age  of  a 


leaf  is  about  six  months.  The  life  lasts  from  spring 
until  the  middle  of  autumn. 

When  the  wind  blows  the  leaf  throws  itself 
around  and  flutters.  When  it  is  going  to  rain, 
the  leaf  turns  over.  The  personality  of  a  leaf  is 
much  like  that  of  a  nervous  person  who  is  always 
moving  about  and  is  never  still. 


H  71  h 


Essay  on  Team  Spirit 

Binford  Chew,  Sophomore 


"Come  on  team,  fight!”  Every  one  on  the 
bleachers  is  cheering  loudly.  The  cheer  leaders  are 
jumping  up  and  down  trying  to  lead  cheers  in  all 
the  excitement.  The  score  is  20-20,  with  two 
minutes  left  in  the  fourth  quarter.  The  ball  is 
taken  "out-of-bounds”  by  the  opposing  team.  A 
short  pass  is  intercepted  by  one  of  our  forwards. 
It’s  a  goal!  Two  points!  The  timekeeper’s  whistle 
shrills  clearly  over  the  roar  of  the  crowd.  It’s 
over!  We’ve  won  by  one  goal. 

Most  of  the  spectators  start  easing  their  way 
forward  in  the  dense  crowd.  A  few  are  milling 
about  the  center  of  the  court,  comparing  the  re¬ 
sults  with  last  year’s  game. 

The  team  goes  wearily  towards  the  locker  room, 
a  smile  of  satisfaction  encircling  each  sweat-lined 
face. 

What  won  the  game?  Team  spirit.  What  is 
team  spirit?  Team  spirit  is  each  player  working 
together  for  a  single  purpose,  working  as  a  team 
and  not  as  individuals.  One  person  alone  can’t 


win  a  game.  It  takes  co-operation  on  the  part  of 
each  player. 

The  newspaper  will  laud  the  high-scoring  for¬ 
ward,  and  the  guards,  coach  and  other  forwards 
may  be  forgotten.  They,  too,  have  worked  tedious 
hours  for  many  days  to  master  such  skillful  plays. 

If  each  player  wanted  to  win  the  game  alone,  the 
team  would  probably  lose  a  game  which  would 
have  been  easy  to  win. 

Team  spirit  is  not  only  working  together  but 
also  being  a  good  sport,  a  good  loser  as  well  as  a 
good  winner.  You  must  not  even  hold  a  private 
grudge  against  the  victors.  Being  friendly  to  op¬ 
posite  teams,  whether  you  are  on  your  home  court 
or  not,  is  always  appreciated  and  remembered  by 
the  other  team. 

Not  only  in  basketball,  but  all  through  life  the 
human  race  has  to  work  as  a  team.  The  whole 
world  has  to  work  together  with  the  same  under¬ 
standing  of  the  task  ahead.  It  will  take  teamwork 
to  win  and  hold  the  peace,  just  as  it  takes  team¬ 
work  to  win  a  basketball  game. 


Flora  Larsen,  Sophomore 


Our  world  is  singing; 

Singing  songs  of  joy  and  mirth. 

Songs  of  love  and  care, 

Singing  that  will  echo  through  the  earth, 
Lasting  where  all  else  is  bare. 

Yet  there  are  some  who  cannot  gladly  sing, 
The  hearts  are  ever  heavy, 

Their  ears  with  war  sounds  ring. 

For  them  there  is  no  joyful  song, 

Their  eyes  have  seen  dread  death; 

The  struggle  has  been  hard  and  long. 

For  these  we  must  a  song  create 
And  start  them  on  their  way; 

They  make  us  more  appreciate 


The  things  we  have  today. 

The  rights  for  which  our  fathers  fought, 
Freedom,  land,  and  happiness. 

All  this  has  work  and  struggle  wrought, 

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To  form  a  land  of  peaceful  bliss. 

Our  thoughts  can  be  expressed  in  song, 
Though  sorrowful  or  glad. 

We  all  can  be  refreshed  by  song, 

The  joyful  and  the  sad. 

Then  let  us  lift  our  voices, 

Let  our  glad  tidings  ring, 

We  have  fought  and  won,  again. 

For  this,  let  us  sing! 


I  Died  Last  Night 

Ruth  Lucas,  Sophomore 


I  died  last  night,  not  in  body  but  in  soul. 

My  body  was  warm,  but  yet  my  heart  was  cold. 
I  knew  no  joy  upon  arising  today, 

For  all  of  my  hopes  had  been  torn  away. 

Out  in  the  Pacific,  last  night,  a  boy  was  killed, 
My  heart  once  full,  now  was  not  filled. 

My  mind  grew  numb,  no  feelings  I  knew, 


I  knew  that  my  free  happy  life  was  through. 

No  more  happy  days  to  relive  days  gone  by, 

No  more  nights  to  remember,  hopes  raised  so  high, 
I’ll  still  five,  I’ll  go  on  and  try  to  be  bright, 

But  through  these  hard  days,  remember,  I  died 
last  night. 


Am  I  a  Good  Daughter? 

Sally  Ellis,  Sophomore 


First,  you  must  decide  what  your  family  con¬ 
siders  a  good  daughter. 

In  the  eyes  of  your  mother  a  good  daughter 
would  probably  be  a  very  uninteresting  creature — 
a  shy  little  soul  who  hurried  home  after  school 
every  day  to  help  her  mother  with  the  work.  She 
would  get  all  "A’s”  in  school,  or  at  least  the 
highest  grades  possible  for  her  meek  and  innocent 
little  mind.  She  would  keep  her  childish  clothes 
just  "spic  and  span.”  Her  room  would  be  tidy, 
and  the  walls  free  from  any  pictures  of  Van  or 
Frankie.  She  would  save  her  allowance,  instead 
of  spending  it  on  what  mother  calls  "trash.”  But 
anyone  who  tries  to  follow  her  mother’s  idea  of  a 
perfect  daughter,  would,  in  my  opinion,  live  a 
very  dull  and  boring  life. 


A  father  considers  a  good  daughter  someone  who 
helps  her  mother  with  the  work.  A  girl  who  isn’t 
always  asking  her  father  for  extra  money  (whether 
she  gets  it  or  not) .  In  order  that  your  father 
consider  you  a  good  daughter,  you  must  learn  to 
be  kind  to  your  dear  little  brother.  Fathers 
always  appreciate  this  the  most. 

I  don’t  think  anything  a  girl  can  do  will  ever 
suit  her  brother.  But,  if  I  was  going  to  be  a 
good  daughter,  I  would  be  nice  to  my  brother.  I 
would  never  bother  anything  that  belonged  to 
him  or  ask  to  wear  his  clothes. 

Anyone  who  follows  all  of  the  rules  of  being 
a  good  daughter  would  certainly  lead  a  hen¬ 
pecked  life. 


A  Freshman’s  Impression  of  High  School 

Frances  Ellen  Coley,  Freshman 


After  having  completed  five  and  a  half  months 
of  high  school,  it  would  be  natural  that  many  im¬ 
pressions  have  been  made  upon  my  mind,  and  al¬ 
though  I  have  most  of  my  high  school  education 
before  me,  I  like  to  look  back  upon  my  first  days 
as  a  high  school  student  and  compare  those  days 
with  the  present. 

Well  do  I  remember  my  first  day  as  a  student 
at  W.H.S.!  I  was  late,  and  I  saw  familiar  heads 
bent  over  forms  concerning  age,  number  of  years 
in  school,  etc.  As  I  entered  what  was  to  be  our 
homeroom,  Miss  Wise  greeted  me  and  I  took  a  seat. 
The  form  finally  filled  out  was  left  in  Miss  Wise’s 
care  and  I  hurried  to  join  the  class  on  a  tour  of  the 
building.  The  only  other  thing  I  remember  was 
the  laughing  faces  of  the  jolly  Juniors  and  Seniors. 
How  I  wished  at  that  time — and  still  do,  as  a 
matter  of  fact — that  I  might  trade  places  with 
one  of  them!  By  the  end  of  the  next  week  I  was 
ready  for  my  coffin,  or  at  least  I  thought  so.  My 


locker  just  wouldn’t  work  and  many  times  I  stood, 
during  those  first  few  weeks,  shaking  with  fear 
because  I  just  knew  I’d  be  late  for  a  class,  when 
some  obliging  upper-classman  would  come  along 
and  work  the  old  combination  for  me.  No  wonder 
I  stand  in  such  awe  of  them,  now!  And  those 
steps,  up  and  down,  up  and  down,  until  I  won¬ 
dered  how  on  earth  I  could  lift  those  poor,  suffer¬ 
ing  "dogs”  again. 

Due  to  a  slight  change  in  my  course,  I  have  two 
classes  in  which  I  am  the  only  Freshman,  and  it  was 
just  too  much  for  me  at  first  to  see  the  girls  having 
regular  get-togethers  in  one  corner  and  the  boys 
playing  with  the  things  on  the  teacher’s  desk. 
Mind  you,  I’m  not  criticising.  Indeed  I  enjoy 
sitting  back  and  taking  it  all  in. 

I  am  the  slowest  mortal  on  this  earth.  Anyone 
who  knows  me  very  well  will  testify  to  that,  and 
when  it  was  announced  that  three  minutes  would 
be  allowed  for  dressing  for  Physical  Ed.,  my  heart 


bounced  to  my  toes  and  stayed  there.  Well,  I’m 
not  the  fastest  yet,  but  four  years  of  such  rushing 
will  certainly  qualify  me  for  entrance  to  the 
Olympic  Games. 

One  of  my  greatest  fears  upon  entering  high 
school  was  the  hazing  or  initiation  or  whatever  you 
want  to  call  it,  and,  believe  me,  when  the  thump¬ 
ing  among  the  boys  started,  I  didn’t  lose  any  time 
in  checking  my  own  behavior  and  showing  the 


fact  that  I  acknowledged  the  superiority  of  the 
upper-classmen,  sophs,  oh  I’m  sorry,  Sophomores 
included. 

What  do  I  think  of  the  W.H.S.  now?  Why 
she’s  the  best  high  school  in  the  State!  I  like  the 
students,  the  teachers,  everything,  and  I’m  looking 
forward,  eagerly  to  the  day  when  I’ll  be  the  mighty 
senior  looking  down  on  the  little  freshman. 


Securing  the  Peace 

Ann  Greaver,  Sophomore 


It  is  up  to  us,  the  next  generation,  to  keep 
this  a  friendly  and  peaceful  world.  We  should 
first  strive  to  overcome  the  obstacles  of  race  dis¬ 
crimination  right  here  in  our  own  country.  We 
can  never  hope  to  have  a  peaceful  world  if,  here 
in  the  one  country  that’s  supposed  to  be  free  for 
everyone,  we  literally  sneer  at  the  first  Negro, 
Greek,  Italian  or  Chinese  who  gets  a  job  that’s  a 
little  better  than  ours.  Until  we  overcome  this, 
all  the  conferences,  peace  treaties  and  plans  or 
anything  else  won’t  keep  the  peace. 

We  should  continue  trade  and  commerce  with 
nations  all  over  the  world  and  not  become  isolated 
as  though  this  were  the  queen  of  all  nations  and 
no  one  would  dare  bother  us.  That  is  the  easiest 
way  on  earth  to  start  wars.  There  is  no  race  or 
nation  that  is  better  than  all  the  rest.  Maybe  one 
nation  is  a  little  farther  advanced  in  civilization 
than  another  but  that  doesn’t  make  them  any 
better.  God  created  everyone  to  be  equal  and  until 
we  learn  that  and  learn  it  well,  we  may  just  as  well 
prepare  to  fight  again  in  the  ten  or  twenty  years. 


Spring 

Minnie  Gay 

Spring  is  not  far  off  from  now, 

Though  our  weather  has  been  pretty  foul. 
Soon  you’ll  see  the  buds  appear; 

Soon  the  sky  will  turn  blue  and  clear. 

Then  you’ll  see  them  all  blooming; 

Later  you’ll  be  busy  pruning. 


No  one  person,  race  or  nation  wants  to  feel  that 
another  is  lording  it  over  them,  and  so  long  as 
there  is  that  feeling  in  any  nation,  they’re  going 
to  fight  to  be  free. 

Right  now  in  China,  after  all  the  horrible  years 
of  war  they’ve  just  been  through,  they’ve  started 
fighting  among  themselves.  Until  our  own  and 
other  nations  that  are  democratic  can  get  together 
and  send  teachers  to  the  Axis  nations  to  educate 
these  people  for  peace,  the  world  will  always  be 
torn  up  somewhere  by  war. 

All  the  militarism  in  Germany  and  Japan  will 
have  to  be  stopped.  All  the  young  people  there  of 
our  own  ages  know  nothing  about  the  ways  of 
democracy.  They,  as  well  as  their  parents,  will 
have  to  re-educated. 

We  have  a  huge  and  seemingly  uncrossable  bar¬ 
rier  between  us  and  lasting  peace,  but  if  we  all 
work  together,  we  can  cross  this  barrier  as  easily 
as  we  have  crossed  others  in  the  past. 


is  doming 

Kibler,  Freshman 

They’ll  look  so  beautiful  in  a  vase, 

With  their  beautiful  petals  and  laughing  face. 

Soon  the  birds  will  come  from  the  south, 
Singing  merrily  and  fluttering  about. 

They’ll  look  so  graceful  flying  there, 

In  the  peaceful,  warm,  spring  air. 


T  75  h 


Why  Representatives  Get  Gray 

Margaret  Armentrout,  Freshman 


"There  will  be  a  meeting  of  class  officers 
promptly  at  three  o’clock,”  blurts  forth  the  loud¬ 
speaker  in  a  for-once  quiet  math  class.  Oh!  woe 
is  me,  because  I  am  included  in  that. 

When  finally  the  bell  for  dismissal  sounds  forth, 
I  dash  down  the  steps,  telling  myself  to  hurry, 
hurry,  but  Miss  Bennett  changes  my  mind  by  guid¬ 
ing  me  by  the  arm  to  sit  in  her  room  ten  minutes 
for  running  in  the  hall. 

"Well,”  I  tell  myself,  "what  a  jolly  mess  you’re 

•  99 

in. 

After  a  horrible  ten  minutes  there,  I  swish  to 
my  locker,  trying  frantically  to  locate  pencil  and 
notebook  when  some  bright  guy  decides  to  close  my 
locker,  which  I  have  difficulty  in  reopening. 

Well!  fifteen  minutes  of  trouble  over,  I  march 


up  to  the  library,  only  to  find  no  one  there.  So  I 
go  down  the  halls,  poking  my  head  into  every 
room,  looking  for  the  right  place.  After  going 
to  third  floor  and  back,  I  remembered  the  old  meet¬ 
ing  is  in  room  102. 

When  I  walk  in,  scared  stiff  for  fear  the  teacher 
will  explode,  my  notebook  drops,  catching  every¬ 
one’s  attention. 

Not  knowing  I  am  more  than  twenty  minutes 
late,  our  leader  calls  forth,  "Margaret  will  now 
give  us  a  summary  of  things  we  have  discussed.” 
When  I  stall,  she  says  cunningly,  "You  will  please 
pay  attention  from  now  on.” 

I  find  later  that  the  meeting  has  been  centered 
around  running  in  the  halls  and  being  late  for 
classes! 


Fun  in  the  Snow 

Ora  June  Wade,  Freshman 


You  wake  up  on  a  crisp  morning,  hop  out  of 
bed  and  go  down  to  a  nice  hot  breakfast,  get 
dressed  and  then  you’re  off  to  school.  You  go 
through  the  regular  routine  at  school  all  day. 

In  the  afternoon,  after  the  last  bell  has  rung, 
you  get  in  a  nice  conversation  with  a  group  of 
friends  about  going  coasting.  When  you  at  last 
part,  you  have  made  the  decision.  You  are  to 
meet  on  a  near-by  hill,  which  has  been  blocked  off 
for  coasting,  about  seven-thirty.  The  "gang”  is 
to  go  to  Pinkie’s  house  afterward  for  hot  cocoa 
and  sandwiches.  You  go  home,  do  your  homework, 
and  help  fix  supper. 

After  supper  you  run  upstairs  to  get  dressed  for 
coasting.  When  at  last  you  have  finished  and  are 
ready  to  go,  you  go  downstairs,  get  your  sled,  tell 
everyone  good-bye  and  you  are  off.  When  you  get 
to  the  hill  the  "gang”  has  already  made  a  fire  and 
is  roasting  hot  dogs. 


Soon  you’re  sailing  down  the  hill  on  the  sled. 
All  of  a  sudden  you  hit  a  bump  and  "bang,”  you’ve 
landed  on  the  ground. 

When  you  get  up  you  feel  as  if  you  have  been 
hit  by  a  cyclone.  You  look  to  make  sure  you  still 
are  in  one  piece.  After  the  decision  has  been  made 
you  are  ready  to  start  off  again.  You  go  up  the 
hill  pulling  your  sled  behind  you. 

As  you  reach  the  top  of  the  hill,  you  decide  you 
are  hungry.  You  go  over  by  the  fire  and  sit  down 
to  eat  a  hot  dog.  Just  as  you  are  finishing,  a  very 
important  friend  asks  you  if  you  want  to  try 
coasting  again.  Naturally,  you  are  so  thrilled  you 
feel  as  though  you  are  in  heaven  dancing  on  a  pink 
cloud.  After  you  have  calmed  yourself  so  that 
you  won’t  sound  so  excited,  you  agree. 

When  it  is  time  to  go  to  Pinkie’s  for  hot  cocoa 
and  sandwiches,  everyone  starts  off  happy  and 
very  cold  after  lots  of  fun  in  the  snow. 


My  Favorite  Winter  Sport 

Peggy  Glenn,  Freshman 


Oh,  for  the  thrills  of  a  basketball  game!  The 
tense  excitement  of  it  all  can  make  one  bite  away 
all  of  the  prized  finger  nails.  The  surrounding 
competitive  air  puts  everyone  on  pins  and  needles, 
but  oh,  what  fun  it  is! 

The  earsplitting  cheers  of  the  excited  students 
on  the  bleachers  show  our  spirit.  Many  are  the 
teachers  and  adult  visitors,  fans,  themselves  at 
heart,  who  cannot  imagine  so  much  noise  from  so 
few  people.  But  they,  too,  have  something  more 
to  hear  as  the  teams  come  out  on  the  floor.  A 
mighty  cheer  rising  from  the  bleachers  like  a  clap 
of  thunder  until  even  the  rafters  ring,  sends  many 
a  protecting  finger  to  suffering  ears. 


By  the  time  the  game  is  well  in  progress  you’re 
beginning  to  get  hoarse  and  wonder  if  you’ll  be 
able  to  speak  for  a  week.  Crowded  into  an  in¬ 
credibly  small  space  on  the  bleachers,  with  some¬ 
one  pushing  against  each  shoulder  you  suddenly 
begin  to  melt.  That  seat  gets  so  hard  that  you 
think  you’re  going  right  on  through. 

When  that  super  shot  is  made  from  mid-court, 
it’s  just  impossible  to  keep  from  jumping  up  and 
down,  and  down  go  those  mittens  to  the  bottom 
of  the  bleachers. 

After  the  game,  disappointed  or  hilariously 
happy,  you’re  tired  and  worn  out,  but  it  was  a 
wonderful  game.  You  enjoyed  yourself,  and  found 
something  to  talk  about  for  weeks. 


An  Experience 

Mary  Ann  Myrtle,  Freshman 


I  was  sitting  in  Sunday  School  in  a  very  happy 
frame  of  mind  when  the  last  announcement  was 
made.  The  lady  who  usually  kept  the  nursery 
was  out  of  town,  and  a  volunteer  for  keeping  the 
children  would  be  appreciated.  My  teacher’s  eye 
fell  on  me  and  soon  I  was  trudging  toward  the 
nursery. 

I  went  into  the  nursery  room,  and  as  I  entered 
the  door,  a  very  tiny  child  started  crying  at  the 
top  of  his  voice.  I  told  his  mother  to  go  on  to 


church,  so  she  did.  Then  about  three  others 
started  crying.  I  tried  to  pick  all  of  them  up 
and  carry  them,  but  I  found  that  impossible. 

As  soon  as  I  got  one  quiet,  another  one  would 
start  yelling.  I  looked  in  the  closet  and  there  I 
found  two  boxes  of  cookies.  That  was  the  end 
of  my  worries.  It  really  got  my  children  quiet. 
I  don’t  know  how  the  parents  liked  it  when  the 
children  wouldn’t  eat  any  dinner,  but  anyway  it 
ended  a  lovely  morning  for  me. 


On  Reading  of  a  Lost  City 

Billy  Dameron,  Senior 


Far  to  the  west  of  the  sun  and  beyond, 

Is  the  long  lost  city  of  Kara-gon. 

Great,  green  mountains,  capped  with  snow. 

Lend  an  aura  of  strength  to  the  city  below. 

Tall,  slim  spires,  rising  far  into  the  sky, 

Cast  their  dark  shadows  on  the  lakes  nearby. 
Who  built  this  city  of  beauty  and  grace 
And  left  it  a  lonely  and  forgotten  place? 

The  streets  are  empty  and  the  fires  are  cold, 

This  city  is  dead  and  has  lost  its  soul. 

Its  soul  was  its  people;  its  strength,  their  blood. 
Now,  its  only  protectors  are  the  mountains  above. 

They  were  giants,  these  builders  of  centuries  past, 
But  the  sands  of  time  were  flowing  too  fast. 

Time,  alone,  is  victorious  over  all, 


Soon  for  them,  their  star  would  fall. 

Somewhere,  someone,  marked  an  account  closed, 
And  a  race  of  builders  went  into  respose. 

They  lingered  not  in  painful  decline, 

But  passed  quickly  from  the  pages  of  time. 

A  moment  of  glory  and  then  they  were  gone 
Like  a  wisp  of  dust,  which  pauses  and  passes  on. 
But  pity  not  those  who  in  the  shadows  dwelt, 

But  only  those  who  remained  after  their  star  fell. 
We  pity  the  moth’s  degeneracy  and  shame, 

But  we  too  are  moths  deprived  of  our  flame. 

So  ponder  this  wisely,  foolish  man, 

Many  proud  nations  lie  buried  in  the  sands. 

We  too  are  but  men  and  we  will  fall, 

We  will  stumble  and  fade,  and  the  sands  will 
cover  all. 


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Thoughts* 

of  Home 

Charles  Campbell,  Senior 

A  gesture  made 

By  a  tropical  sea, 

Beckoning,  beckoning, 

Still  calling  for  me. 

The  battle  raged, 

My  fever  mounted. 

Like  one  incaged, 

The  minutes  I  counted. 

A  swaying  canoe, 

An  enchanting  thought, 
Memories  of  you 

This  night  hath  brought. 

The  thoughts  of  you 
Breaking  at  last 

Were  pushed  into  the  blue, 
Dreary  and  dreamy  past. 

A  cry  in  the  night! 

’Twas  words  of  fear, 

The  sounds  of  a  fight 

Brought  very  near. 

Over  this  wide  earth 

I  might  roam, 

But  all  my  thoughts  will 
Always  be  of  home. 

The  silence  was  shattered. 

The  moon  turned  away. 

The  night  was  battered 

By  sounds  of  the  fray. 

But  the  gesture  is  still  made 
By  that  tropical  sea, 

Still  beckoning,  beckoning, 
Forever  calling  to  me. 

Books  That  Rule 

Charles  Campbell,  Senior 


Books,  books,  eternal  books.  Books  will  live 
down  through  the  ages.  My  life  is  made  up  and 
ruled  by  books — books  of  war,  books  of  peace; 
books  of  love,  books  of  hate;  books  of  happiness, 
books  of  sorrow;  books  of  care;  books  of  fear; 
all  these  make  up  my  entire  life. 

I  have  lived  and  died  in  books.  I  have  fought 
in  great  battles  in  these  books  and  not  always 
on  one  side.  During  these  wars  I  would  be  in 
any  army  I  choose.  In  the  age  of  chivalry,  I 
was  a  knight  in  King  Arthur’s  Round  Table;  a 


pioneer  in  the  early  plays  of  my  country;  a  mes¬ 
senger  at  Valley  Forge;  a  flag  bearer  with  General 
Lee;  a  scout  in  1898;  a  sailor  in  1812;  a  sergeant 
in  1917;  a  tank  commander  in  1943;  I  have  fought 
with  Germans  and  Russians  and  others. 

I  have  even  ventured  into  the  fiery  depths  of 
Hell  and  into  the  happiness  of  Paradise.  I  have 
had  disappointments  of  love  and  took  refuge  in 
hate.  It  is  all  very  easy;  I  just  pick  out  the  way 
I  want  to  live  and  read  it  and  I  shall  live  it. 


(JHtntorjj  ‘CEutte 

Jo  Ann  Yount,  Senior 


When  evening  shadows  dim  the  light  of  days 
And  twilight  comes  on  the  wings  of  night, 
Then  memory  steals  into  the  din  of  today 
And  recalls  time  long  gone  from  sight. 

Days  have  come  and  gone  and  been  forgotten, 
But  when  the  cloak  of  memory  falls, 

It  wanders  through  those  childhood  days 
And  lingers  till  another  time  calls. 

It  brings  to  light  the  first  and  happiest  love 


When  time  was  only  a  word  instead  of  something 
passing  by, 

Bringing  life  of  the  future  that  does  not  last 
until  tomorrow; 

But  ’til  the  day  when  we  will  die. 

And  so  memory  brings  lasting  happiness 
In  the  world  of  dreams  and  thought. 

It  turns  back  the  grim  reality 
And  brings  the  dreams  we  sought. 


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®I]6  piano  JJIagtr 

Jean  Reeves,  Senior 


The  girl  got  out  of  the  taxi  into  the  crisp  snow 
and  walked  up  the  steps  to  the  shabby  little  train 
station.  She  walked  up  to  the  time  table  and 
took  note  that  the  train  was  twenty  minutes  late. 
But  what’s  twenty  minutes  after  you’ve  waited 
two  years  for  a  man?  She  then  walked  over  to 
the  nearest  seat.  She  took  out  her  wallet;  the 
name  Nora  Blake  was  engraved  on  it. 

Nora  then  looked  at  her  watch.  Three  minutes 
had  passed — seemed  like  three  hours.  As  she  sat 
there,  her  thoughts  raced  over  the  past  three  years. 

She  remembered  coming  to  Sommers,  starting 
life  on  her  own.  She  did  get  a  job  but  lived  a 
lonely  life  until  she  met  Bill  Blake,  a  soldier  who 
had  a  fifteen-day  leave  before  going  overseas.  She 
remembered  how  it  had  been  a  whirl-wind  mar¬ 


riage.  How  much  they  didn’t  know  about  one 
another!  She  did  know  how  Bill  loved  to  play  the 
piano.  It  was  the  second  love  of  his  life.  In  the 
few  days  they  were  together,  he  would  sit  for  hours 
and  play  for  her.  It  made  her  feel  warm  all  over 
to  remember  all  this.  Then  she  shuddered  to  think 
of  the  good-bye.  It  was  at  this  same  station.  And 
then  the  airmail  letter  everyday  for  a  while — then 
the  great  lapse  when  no  letters  came  and  the  days 
seemed  endless. 

Nora  turned  cold  all  over  because  there  was  the 
train  whistle.  Bill  would  be  here  in  a  matter  of 
minutes.  The  train  came  to  a  stop.  A  crowd 
of  people  got  off.  Then  a  young  man  got  off  with 
two  hooks  in  place  of  two  hands.  Nora  ran  to 
him  laughing  and  crying  all  at  the  same  time. 


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Richard  Reid,  Senior 


Near  the  Great  Lakes  I  did  wander 
When  the  corn  grows  way  up  yonder, 
Where  fat  cattle  are  driven  to  market 
From  down  south,  down  Texas  way, 
Up  the  Missouri  from  St.  Louis 
Where  they  write  the  Blues. 

To  the  wheat  land  of  the  Northwest, 
Where  the  grain  grows  o’er  my  head; 
Where  prairie  fires  rage  miles  and  miles, 
There  a  man  seldom  smiles. 

From  dawn  to  dusk  he  fights  the  fire 
Plowing  furrows  to  check  its  fury. 
Unless  rain  doth  fall, 

Fie  will  lose  his  crop,  lose  it  all. 

Onward  westward  toward  the  Rockies, 
Great  mountains  of  the  West, 

On  through  the  forest  to  the  seacoast, 
Down  the  streams  and  across  the  lakes, 
Travel  I  in  my  canoe. 

Down  from  Oregon  I  travel, 


Ever  southward  till  I  reach  the  Rio  Grande, 

Where  the  citrus  fruits  do  grow. 

This  country  crowded  so 
I  journey  back  toward  the  East. 

As  I  wonder  o’er  hill  and  desert 
Over  dry  and  dusty  lands, 

I  pass  where  Indians  grow  their  gardens 
To  fill  their  caches  for  winter  larder. 

Here  they  water  plants  from  ditches 
In  which  flows  the  purest  water. 

From  here  I  travel  north  again  through 
The  salt  mines  of  Colorado  to  the  ranches  further 
on. 

In  the  North  I  met  with  nature’s  fury  riding  on 
the  crest  of  the  wind. 

In  a  storm  called  cyclone,  I  nearly  came  unto  my 
end. 

And  that  is  all  of  my  adventures, 

Of  all  my  travels  through  weather  warm  and  cold 
That  I  will  to  your  ears  unfold. 


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®lje  ,3  |Ho6f 

Jo  Ann  Yount,  Senior 


America,  land  of  opportunity,  beckons  her  writers 
to  tell  her  what  she  means  to  them. 

She  knows  that  in  her  vast  domain  many  people 
live,  big  men,  little  men,  fat  men,  thin  men, 
all  a  part  of  her. 

She  tells  them:  Speak  and  tell;  or  if  shy,  write 
in  poem  or  story  form  just  what  I  mean  to 
you. 

Many  answer  her  with  poems  and  stories  in  voices 
trembling,  and  here  another  one  begins. 

America,  you  are  a  storyteller’s  dream  of  wide 
plains  stretching  to  mountains  on  every  side 
of  them. 

On  these  plains,  many  of  your  people  live,  subject 
to  thoughts,  of  how  they  love  you — their 
country. 

America,  these  are  your  people;  but  nay,  I  am  not 
a  dweller  of  the  plains,  but  I  love  you  also. 

In  the  mountains  where  there  are  the  barn  dances 
of  the  hillbillies  who  also  love  you. 

The  people  dwell  in  your  high  spots,  America,  and 
they  are  friends  to  your  birds  and  forest 
animals. 

America,  these  too  are  your  people;  but,  nay,  I  am 
not  one  of  them.  I  am  not  a  dweller  of  the 
high  spots,  but  I  love  you  also. 


The  seashore  is  where  many  people  live  in  the 
summer,  where  your  people  play  and  relax  for 
a  few  weeks. 

The  seashore  also  is  a  place  where  huge  numbers 
of  your  fish  live,  many  of  which  are  caught 
and  sold. 

America,  these  too  are  your  people;  but,  nay,  I  am 
not  one  of  them.  I  am  not  one  of  your  water 
sprites,  but  I  love  you  also. 

The  valleys,  closed  in  by  the  huge  mountains  sur¬ 
rounding  them,  here,  America,  my  people  live 
— the  city  people,  farmers,  orchard  owners, 
and  others. 

America,  these  too  are  your  people;  and  yea,  I  am 
one  of  them.  I  am  one  of  your  valley  dwell¬ 
ers,  and  I  love  you  very  much. 

I  love  you  because  you  are  a  free  country,  where 
I  may  worship  Him  who  made  us  both  and 
where  I  may  talk  to  whom  I  please. 

I  love  you  because  you  have  different  races  who 
are  all  in  the  same  class,  who  all  have  the  same 
opportunities,  and  who  can  work  where  and 
when  they  please. 

I  love  you  because  you  offer  to  your  people  an 
education  in  schools  built  by  free  Americans 
for  free  Americans  so  that  they  too  may  enjoy 
being  educated. 


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Your  fanners,  America,  many  who  are  my  friends, 
are  proud  of  you,  America — proud  of  the  soil 
which  is  part  of  every  true  farmer. 

Americanism — a  word  which  means  freedom — is 
set  up  in  a  short  definition  so  that  others 
may  understand  and  feel  what  it  is  to  be 
Americanized  and  to  be  proud  of  you,  Amer¬ 
ica. 


America,  my  meaning  may  not  be  so  clear  in  the 
paragraphs  on  these  pages,  but  you  mean  a 
lot  to  me. 

America,  you  are  the  running  brooks,  the  tall 
green  trees,  the  valleys,  the  mountains,  and 
the  people  who  inhabit  them. 

America,  you  are  all  this  and  more  that  I  cannot 
put  into  words;  but  to  sum  up  what  you 
mean  to  me,  I  can  say,  America,  you  are 
FREEDOM. 


tut  |Gust  Ilnur  3uVt\n? 

Mary  Sue  Gochenour,  Senior 

The  poem  was  written  about  the  famous  paint¬ 
ing,  "When  Did  You  Last  See  Your  Father?”  The 
son  of  a  French  king  is  tried  after  his  father 
escaped  from  the  coming  rebellion. 


A  little  boy  stands  forlorn  and  alone. 

His  eyes  of  youth  wander  sadly — 

Arms  crossed  in  back,  legs  straddled  afar, 
A  little  boy  of  barely  six. 

Men’s  voices  boom  to  and  fro, 

But  only  one  crying  heart  is  in  that  room- 
A  heart  of  love — a  heart  of  truth — 

A  heart  of  crying,  "What  shall  I  do?” 
********** 

We  played  together  only  yesterday. 

He  told  me  stories  daring  and  true. 

We  wandered  on  over  fields  so  free — 

We  hunted  ducks — I  only  watched. 

Once  he  told  me,  "Never  to  cry.” 

Once  he  told  me,  "Always  be  brave. 

Never  fear  that  life  will  end; 

Never  feel  alone.” 

That  morning  we  played — 

He  seemed  oh,  so  nervous. 

I  heard  the  maid  cry,  "’Twas  such  a  shame 
They  hate  him  so!” 

And  then  that  night,  so  cold  and  heartless, 
He  came  to  me. 


He  told  me  it  must  happen. 

He  held  me  tight,  turned,  and  went. 

I  ran  after — crying,  "Oh!  No!” 

He  stopped — smiled. 

I  knew  he  was  right. 

He  must  go. 

In  tears  I  saw  the  handsome  figure 
Disappear  in  the  darkness. 

The  last  I  saw  the  long  black  cape 
Flowing  determinedly  in  the  wind. 

The  horse  neighed  twice.  He  gave  a  shout, 

The  hidden  gate  slowly  revolved. 

Hoof  beats  heard  were  drowned  by  the  rain. 

I  closed  the  door  and  wandered  back. 

********* 

A  little  boy  sits  forlorn  and  alone. 

His  eyes  of  youth  wander  sadly, 

Arms  crossed  in  back,  legs  straddled  afar, 

A  little  boy  of  only  six. 

The  men  sit  staring. 

The  room  grows  tense. 

The  booming  words — so  heartless,  so  cruel — are 
"When  did  you  last  see  your  father?” 


We  Freshmen 

Eva  Owens,  Freshman 

We  Freshmen  are  just  little  folks, 

Who  have  to  laugh  at  Seniors  jokes, 

And  unless  we  want  a  painful  walk; 

We  have  to  listen  to  Juniors  talk. 

The  Sophomores,  just  a  year  ahead, 

You’d  think  were  ready  for  pre-med. 

But  just  remember,  not  very  long  past, 
You  too  were  Freshmen,  just  in  our  class. 
We’ll  soon  be  Juniors  and  Seniors  too; 
Then  we  may  even  laugh  at  you. 


The  Spirit 

Jean  Ann  Copper,  Freshman 

A  rabble  of  echoes  and  shouts  rang  out  through 
the  halls  as  the  changing  of  classes  began.  Locker 
doors  banged  as  books  were  gathered  for  the  next 
period.  Feet  were  heard  rushing  to  the  classes,  and 
then  just  as  quickly  as  it  began,  the  noise  ceased, 
except  for  the  few  late  stragglers. 

There  was  one  such  straggler  walking  toward 
the  classroom,  unnoticed  by  anyone  else.  He  was 
a  tall,  sun-browned  figure  with  wavy,  blonde  hair, 
and  keen,  black  eyes.  These  eyes  looked  from  one 
room  to  another,  down  through  the  halls — past 
rows  and  rows  and  rows  of  lockers.  Strange  that 
no  one  saw  him,  for  less  than  a  year  ago  he  had 


been  rushing  from  class  to  class  just  as  they  were 
doing.  No — no  one  saw  him  now,  for,  you  see, 
he  was  invisible — a  spirit  who  had  come  back  to 
visit  these  halls  he  had  known  so  well. 

His  footsteps  reached  the  office  located  on  the 
first  floor.  There  nearly  four  years  ago  he  had 
registered  as  a  Freshman  in  this  high  school. 

Passing  the  office,  he  glanced  into  the  gym,  now 
filled  with  boys  practicing  basketball.  Then  he, 
too,  had  worn  the  scarlet  trunks  and  white  shirt 
in  many  a  game  against  opposing  teams  from  other 
high  schools.  As  he  watched  them  play,  a  smile 
gleamed  across  his  face.  These  were  indeed  lucky 
fellows,  for  they  had  a  long  time  to  play  and  be 
happy. 

Through  the  halls  he  passed  on.  There  were 
the  Latin,  algebra,  geometry,  and  chemistry  classes. 
The  same  teachers  were  instructing  them.  At  the 
desks  he  saw  the  faces  of  many  acquaintances — 
both  boys  and  girls — and,  yes,  there  was  Johnny, 
continually  teasing  the  girl  in  front  of  him,  pay¬ 
ing  no  attention  to  the  short,  red-faced  professor 
who  was  beating  himself  on  the  head  in  his  French 
gestures. 

Inside  the  library  he  saw  and  handled  the  books 
that  were  so  familiar  under  the  touch  of  his 
fingers.  Fiction,  romances,  and  biographies  all 
stood  neatly  stacked  on  the  shelves — dead  like 
himself. 

He  saw  many  new  faces  that  day  too,  and  many 
old,  familiar  scenes — the  scramble  in  the  lunch¬ 
line,  the  rush  to  classes,  the  constant  vigilance  of 
the  teachers,  all  had  once  been  a  part  of  him. 

Was  it  all  gone  now,  or  was  the  sense  of  free¬ 
dom  still  living  in  these  others?  Now  he  is  the 
past,  and  these  the  future.  Will  they  live  up  to 
the  high  standards  of  the  democracy  for  which  he 
gave  his  life? 


The  Championship  Game 

Dick  Lovegrove,  Freshman 


The  exciting  day  had  arrived!  The  game  of  tne 
year  between  Jackson  and  Lee  High  Schools  was 
to  be  played  in  the  Lee  gym  to  determine  the 
champion  team  of  the  state.  Both  teams  were  un¬ 
easy  because  it  was  going  to  be  a  hard  fight.  This 
was  to  be  a  game  in  which  both  teams  would  have 
to  shoot  whenever  they  had  a  chance,  because  each 
point  might  mean  victory  or  defeat.  The  game 
was  scheduled  for  eight,  but  an  hour  earlier  the 
Lee  gym  was  full.  Lee  High’s  team  came  running 
out  on  the  floor,  as  half  the  crowd  booed  and  the 
other  half  cheered.  When  Jackson’s  players  came 
out,  the  same  thing  happened.  Both  teams  then 
started  shooting  and  passing  to  warm  up. 

At  eight  sharp  the  whistle  to  start  the  game 
blew,  as  the  players  of  both  teams  lined  up.  The 
referee  threw  the  ball  up,  and  Lee’s  center  tipped 
it  to  a  guard,  who  threw  it  to  a  forward  who  shot. 
Two  points  as  Lee  drew  first  blood!  At  the  end  of 
the  half  the  score  was  Jackson  nineteen,  Lee, 
eighteen.  The  second  string  started  practicing  on 
the  floor  as  the  audience  established  friendly  rela¬ 
tions. 


Ten  minutes  later  the  whistle  blew  to  start  the 
second  half.  A  sudden  hush  fell  over  the  audience 
as  the  jump  was  executed.  Jackson  got  the  jump 
this  time  and  right  away  scored.  Time  after  time 
both  teams  missed  shots,  so  at  the  end  of  the  third 
quarter  the  score  was  Jackson,  twenty-eight,  Lee, 
twenty-five.  It  looked  bad  for  Lee,  but  at  the  end 
of  the  game  the  score  was  tied, — thirty-one  to 
thirty-one.  The  two  coaches,  the  referee,  and  the 
time-keeper  decided  on  a  three-minute  play-off. 
Suddenly  an  over-anxious  Jackson  guard  fouled 
a  Lee  forward,  as  the  latter  tried  for  goal.  The 
referee  blew  the  whistle  and  gave  the  forward 
two  free  shots.  The  forward  seemed  very  cool 
as  he  took  his  position,  although  he  knew  if  he 
missed,  it  might  lose  the  game  for  his  team.  Miss¬ 
ing  the  first  one,  he  shot  again,  making  the  second 
good  to  put  Lee  one  point  in  the  lead. 

A  long,  blasting  whistle  crowned  Lee  cham¬ 
pion!  The  crowd  roared  out  onto  the  court,  some 
happy,  some  sad,  but  all  pleased  that  they  had 
witnessed  a  good  game. 


■f  85  ^ 


Jlfotiurg  an  ^ngltsl{ 


Bernard  Hunt,  Junior 


The  time  has  come;  it’s  one  o’clock.  You’re 
in  Miss  Bush’s  class  enjoying  the  pleasures  of  life 
slouching  down  in  your  seat  with  your  feet  propped 
up  reading  the  funnies. 

When  the  bell  rings,  you  dash  out  in  the  hall 
asking  every  one  what  you  have  to  do  for  English. 
Gosh.  You  have  to  write  a  theme  and  that  means 
a  pen  and  ink.  So  not  having  pen  and  ink,  up 
you  go  to  Miss  Bush’s  room  to  borrow  one.  Well! 
Well!  Kitty’s  in  a  mad  mood  again  and  I  do  mean 
again!  So  she  gives  you  a  sermon  on  you’re 
"always  borrowing.”  You  don’t  get  the  pen.  Time 
is  passing  swiftly  so  out  you  go  into  the  hall  again 


and  who  would  be  passing  but  that  cute  little 
Sophomore  that  you’ve  been  eyeing.  After  warb¬ 
ling  out  your  sweetest  phrases  of — tch  tch  (I 
would  tell  for  an  English  teacher  might  not  un¬ 
derstand  since  you’re  such  a  young  boy  and  so 
innocent  looking) .  Well,  you  have  the  pen  now, 
and  off  you  come  from  the  third  floor  with  a 
thundering  noise.  You  clatter  up  to  Miss  Greene’s 
door  and  with  a  quick  stop  you  meekly  open  the 
door  and  quietly  tip  to  your  seat.  Then  comes 
the  crash;  she  tells  everyone  to  begin  the  theme. 
You  wrack  your  brain  trying  to  think  of  some¬ 
thing  to  write,  but  it  just  won’t  come.  Well, 
that’s  all  right;  ’cause  you  just  finished  yours. 


JVuiratm  ©rarajutlltig 

LaNoma  Baker,  Junior 


Once  again  the  scenes  of  autumn  flash  before 
my  eyes.  I  see  most  clearly  the  golden  sunrise 
with  fleecy  clouds  of  pink  and  amber  hanging  in 
the  rising  mist.  The  birds  awake  and  begin  their 
songs  to  call  all  mankind  to  watch  in  the  new 
day.  In  the  distance  a  rooster  crows  a  glad  good 
morning.  This  is  autumn  peace. 

My  eyes  scan  the  russet  mountains  and  remem¬ 
ber  them,  as  in  the  spring,  covered  with  new 
leaves  and  blossoms.  The  crimson  and  fading 


trees  meet  my  approval.  The  streams  babbling  in 
their  worn  crevices  have  the  same  nonchalant  air 
that  goes  with  autumn — the  air  that  suggests 
everlasting  peace. 

And  then  the  hush  of  autumn  twilight,  fading 
into  night,  blocks  my  vision.  The  pale  sky,  dim¬ 
ming  into  dusk,  and  the  stars,  peeping  out  one  by 
one,  add  to  the  splendor  of  the  by-gone  day.  I 
raise  my  eyes  to  the  stars  and  thank  God  for  giving 
us  our  autumn  tranquillity. 


Life  and  a  Roller  Coaster 

Billy  Hite,  Sophomore 


According  to  the  hopes  and  prayers  of  all  man, 
his  life  should  be  full  of  happiness  and  content¬ 
ment,  with  smooth  sailing  until  the  end.  But  in 
spite  of  what  he  does  to  prevent  anything  dis¬ 
turbing  this  life,  he  has  his  "ups”  and  "downs” 
similar  to  those  of  a  roller  coaster. 

At  one  time  or  another  he  is  riding  on  a  wave 
of  exhilaration  as  compared  with  that  of  a  roller 
coaster  at  the  peak  of  its  height.  This  may  last 


for  quite  awhile  or  it  may  end  the  ride  suddenly, 
without  notice,  and  life  will  be  over. 

Life  is  a  number  of  "ups”  and  "downs”,  never 
in  the  same  medium.  As  when  we  are  on  a  roller 
coaster  we  have  to  make  the  best  of  the  happiness 
that  it  offers  for  the  moment,  and  take  bravely 
the  sorrow  of  the  downward  run.  Always  live 
for  the  time  when  our  life  will  be  at  its  greatest 
height  as  when  on  the  roller  coaster.  Always  look 
forward  to  the  top  and  expect  the  things  of  life 
that  come  with  the  bottom  not  to  last  forever. 


Ain’t  Love  Grand  ?????? 

Leona  Armentrout,  Junior 


Ain’t  love  grand?  Gosh,  gee,  well,  I  mean — 
sure!  Take  for  instance  you — you  with  your  short 
pleated  skirt,  "sloppy  joe”  sweater,  pigtails, 
freckles,  scuffed  moccasins,  and  your  bobby  socks 
that  make  your  legs  look  like  tooth  picks  stuck 
in  huge  white  marshmallows. 

Jesabell  is  your  name,  but  the  gang  all  call  you 
"Bell”  for  short  (never  letting  it  occur  to  you  that 
they’d  like  to  prefix  "dumb”  to  it  though,  of 
course.)  The  guy  you’d  like  for  your  O.A.O. 
is  strickly  hep,  but  he  thinks  you’re  a  part  of  the 
classroom  equipment  or  something  like  that  be¬ 
cause  he  never  gives  you  more  than  the  most  casual 
of  glances. 

There’s  a  dance  Friday  night,  and  it’s  going  to 
be  “on  the  beam.”  You’d  surely  like  Johnny  to 
cut  a  rug  with  at  that  "Loafer’s  Lope.” 

Here  he  comes  now,  and  your  heart  skids  right 


down  into  your  bobby  socks  and  your  toes  simply 
turn  up  in  ecstasy.  You  nearly  die  in  admiration 
of  that  slick  plaid  shirt  with  the  tail  flapping 
along  like  a  balloon  under  a  gust  of  wind  and 
hitting  him  just  back  of  the  knees  of  his  rolled  up 
dungarees.  The  purple  socks  and  red  leather  moc¬ 
casins  are  about  the  most  heavenly  color  com¬ 
bination  in  existence.  You  could  get  positively 
poetic  on  his  cute  freckles  and  that  adorable  "skee 
ball”  that’s  "out  of  this  world.”  But  to  get  back 
to  the  business  at  hand,  stop  and  pick  up  your 
heart  quick  ’cause  believe  it  or  not  that  handsome 
casanova,  that  positively  divine  romeo,  is  halting 
by  your  locker  into  which  you’ve  hastily  ducked 
your  burning  face.  Overcoming  the  "bottoms  up” 
demonstration  you’ve  given  him  as  best  he  can, 
he  clears  his  throat  and  in  a  froggy  pitch  croaks, 
"Hi,  ya,  sadsack!” 


87  F 


"Hello,”  your  reply  is  slightly  muffled,  but  he 
must  have  gotten  the  general  drift  ’cause  he  didn’t 
ask  you  to  "snow  again.” 

"Goin’  to  the  shuffle?” 

You’re  nearly  dying  of  heart  failure,  fright,  and 
a  constant  fear  of  fainting  at  his  royal  size  10J^ 
gunboats  which  if  he’d  have  had  any  patriotism  at 
all,  he’d  have  turned  into  the  fleet  long  ago.  You 
get  out  a  jerky  "yeah.”  He  thinks  that  over 
while  you  search  in  vain  for  a  Spanish  book  which 
you  definitely  can’t  use  in  math  class  next  hour. 

You  finally  look  up  reluctantly  and  nearly  keel 
out  for  fear  that  your  "dream  man”  is  going  to 
kick  off;  for  he  has  turned  a  bright  tomato  red 
and  seems  to  have  trouble  with  his  breathing  so 


that  had  any  one  in  first  aid  class  been  in  the  circle 
of  gigging  onlookers,  he  would  have  surely  have 
started  artificial  respiration  immediately.  "Go 
with  me?” — You’re  hardly  conscious  that  you’ve 
blurted  "Uh  huh”  and  that  he’s  gone  until  your 
"loyal”  female  friends  congregate  for  an  oration 
on  the  subject.  One  sarcastic  imbecile,  who  never 
was  quite  bright  in  her  choice  of  men — real  he- 
men — ones  like  Johnny  anyway,  drawls,  "Gosh, 
don’t  tell  me  you’re  dragging  that  drip!”  You 
rally  your  shattered  nerves  that  feel  as  if  they’ve 
just  had  a  beating  from  a  Jap  shore  battery  and 
sigh  in  your  best  Bette  Davis  voice,  "But  how 
could  I  help  it?  He  practically  swept  me  off  my 
feet.  Oh,  how  I  love  the  cave  man  type!” 


The  Eternal  Cycle 

Leona  Armentrout,  Junior 


Over  the  silhouette  of  the  drowsy  mountains 
turned  indigo  now  in  the  deepening  shadows,  slips 
silently  and  gently  the  dying  embers  of  the  sun, 
its  last  golden  rays  changing  to  scarlet  as  it  fades 
away.  Twilight  drops  a  misty  veil  and  darkness 
approaches. 

Now  the  first  stars  peer  out  like  mischievous 
children  taking  a  forbidden  peek  on  Christmas  Eve. 
Suddenly  they  begin  their  merry  dance  on  the  vast 
carpet  of  sky  like  untold  quantities  of  blue  velvet 
unrolled  for  royal  footsteps. 

Yawning  lazily,  the  majestic  moon  appears  to 
take  up  its  nocturnal  vigil  over  the  slumbering 
earth.  It  searches  out  the  darkest  corners  with 
its  mellow  light,  the  silver  beans  soothing  the  tired 
minds  of  a  world  that  has  labored  hard  and  is  well 
deserving  of  the  tranquillity  that  enfolds  it.  On 


and  on  sails  the  moon  until,  as  if  suddenly  reminded 
that  one  more  night  has  passed,  it  drops  abruptly 
and  disappears. 

Then  comes  dawn,  and  the  coolness  of  the  night 
turns  to  gentle  warmth.  Diamond  dew  drops 
glitter  playfully,  blinking  moist  eyes  in  con¬ 
sternation  over  their  oncoming  fate. 

The  first  signs  of  the  approaching  day  march 
ahead  in  warning  of  the  mighty  sun.  Suddenly 
like  a  flaming  ball  of  fire,  it  rolls  over  the  tree 
tops,  its  intense  heat  parching  the  earth.  Relent¬ 
lessly  it  shrivels  its  innocent  victims  with  its 
savage  heat.  Its  merciless  rays  are  a  mighty  force 
of  destruction,  until  once  more  it  sinks  wearily 
over  the  darkening  mountains. 

Thus  the  eternal  cycle  goes  on  forever;  kind 
in  one  phase;  brutal  in  another;  but  all  a  part  of 
the  great  master  switch  of  Day  and  Night. 


•  J88h 


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This  Is  the  Way  They  Wash  Your  Clothes 

Joan  Coyner,  Junior 


The  White-Clean  Laundry  truck  drove  up  to 
Mrs.  Smith’s  home.  She  had  her  laundry  in  a  bag 
on  the  front  porch  with  a  list  of  the  things  she 
was  sending  to  be  washed.  The  list  read  as  fol¬ 
lows: 

3  cotton  dresses 

2  linen  tablecloths 

8  dish  towels 

2  sheets 

4  turkish  towels 

The  truck  driver  ignored  the  list,  picked  up  the 
bag  of  clothes,  and  dragged  it  down  the  stairs  and 
across  the  sidewalk  to  the  truck.  He  threw  it 
into  the  back  of  the  truck  with  such  force  the 
strings  in  the  bag  "popped.” 

The  driver  drove  on  through  the  city,  down  to 
the  slum  district  right  in  front  of  the  railroad 
yards.  Here  was  a  once  white  building,  which 
had  a  smudgy  black  sign  that  read,  "The  White- 
Clean  Laundry.”  He  backed  the  truck  up  to  the 
unloading  door  and  waited  while  young  boys  un¬ 
loaded  his  truck. 

The  boys  took  the  laundry  bags  of  the  various 
customers  and  opened  them  over  a  chute.  This 
chute  let  the  clothes  fall  into  what  they  call  an 
acid  bath.  The  clothes  are  run  up  and  down  in 
this  solution  until  they  look  "eaten”  enough.  They 


are  then  thrown  into  a  machine  which  has  huge 
iron  jaws  with  moving  iron  teeth  which  grind  and 
cut  the  clothes.  Then  they  go  through  a  Clorox 
solution  to  make  them  look  white.  Finally  they 
reach  the  soapy  water,  then  they  are  rinsed  and 
put  in  the  driers.  Take  notice  that  no  starch  was 
added.  They  are  carried  to  a  pressing  room 
through  another  chute.  Here  huge,  hot  irons  used 
by  women  press  and  scorch  about  every  other 
piece.  The  clothes  are  lastly  sent  to  the  distribu¬ 
tion  center  where  more  girls  pick  out  clothes  they 
think  would  be  suitable  for  the  various  customers. 

Mrs.  Smith’s  laundry  was  returned  two  weeks 
later.  When  she  read  her  list  of  the  things  she  had 
sent  and  compared  it  with  the  list  she  got  back 
she  was  very  startled.  The  following  items  were 
returned  to  her. 

2  cotton  dresses  size  SO  (Mrs.  Smith  wears 

size  18). 

1  cotton  tablecloth  and  1  linen  one  with  tea 
stains  on  it. 

6  dingy,  ragged  dish  towels. 

1  good  sheet  and  1  badly  torn  one. 

3  turkish  towels  which  she  knew  were  Mrs. 

Jones’. 

Then  and  there  that  day  she  resolved  to  do  her 
own  washing  and  ironing  and  never,  never  send 
it  to  a  laundry  again. 


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JV  jijmtbal  of  fCtfe 

Margaret  Critzer,  Junior 

Stopping  to  strike  a  match  to  his  cigarette,  a 
tall,  stoop- shouldered  man  walked  into  the  circle 
of  light  afforded  by  the  street  lamp.  His  face, 
in  the  shadow  of  his  body,  was  momentarily  lit 
up  by  the  glow  of  the  match.  It  was  an  intriguing 
face,  one  of  deep  lines  and  dark  circles  under  the 
eyes.  It  was  a  ruggedly  handsome  face,  placed  on 
a  well-shaped  head,  with  dark  brown  hair  above 
a  broad  forehead. 

His  body  was  bent;  his  shoulders  were  sloping 
as  though  they  had  borne  a  heavy  load  throughout 
life.  He  was  tired,  perhaps  not  so  much  physically 
as  mentally.  His  whole  person  was  one  that  gave 
the  impression  of  great  strength,  and  his  coun¬ 
tenance  was  that  of  a  knowing  person.  Not  book- 
knowledge,  but  a  worldly-knowledge;  a  knowl¬ 
edge  of  people  and  triumph  and  success  and  failure. 

Maybe  he  had  been  a  soldier.  Yes,  that  was  it, 
surely.  Nothing  but  a  war;  nothing  but  the 
knowledge  that  it  was  either  kill  or  be  killed  could 
have  etched  such  deep  lines  in  the  bronzed  face. 
Death  and  disease,  cold  and  hunger,  sweat  and 
death;  all  these  things  could  have  played  a  promi¬ 
nent  role  on  the  stage  of  the  stranger’s  life. 

But  then  again,  perhaps  his  life  had  been  a  life 
of  poverty;  a  life  lived  in  the  slums,  where  it  was 
live  and  let  live,  every  man  for  himself;  a  life  of 
work,  work  twelve  hours  a  day  from  six  in  the 
morning  until  six  at  night.  It  was  a  job  that 
was  twelve  hours  of  slave  labor,  where  the  work 
was  hard  and  the  people  you  worked  with  even 
harder.  Yes,  maybe  it  was  poverty  that  had 
caused  the  lines  and  the  permanently  stooped 
shoulders. 


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GROCERY  and  MEAT  MARKET 

308  Commerce  Avenue 

WAYNESBORO,  VIRGINIA 

FROZEN  FOODS 

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Compliments  of 

oMick 

or 

Modern 

cTHack 

Furniture  Co. 

CASH  TALKS 

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FRUITS  —  VEGETABLES 

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Compliments  of 

JACK  HUGHES 

Compliments  of 

Service  Station 

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Compliments  of 

O 

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TREASURE  SHOP 

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WAYNESBORO,  VIRGINIA 

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Compliments  of 

Crutchfield 

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Furniture  Company 

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Compliments  of 

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Waynesboro  Nursery 

A 

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Compliments  of 

ADVANCE  STORE 

Phone  91 

The  First  National  Bank 

The  Bank  That  Service  Built 

Complete 

Commercial,  Savings 

Safe  Deposits 

Compliments  of 

Compliments  of 

S.  T.  POOL 

McCormick  Lumber  Co, 

BUILDING  SUPPLIES 

OF  ALL  KINDS 

Phone  300 

CLOTHING  and  FURNISHINGS 

for  MEN 

OUR  SINCERE  THANKS 

THE 

MAN’S 

SHOP 

To  all  the  Girls  of  the 

Senior  Class  for  Your 

FRIENDSHIP 

•  •  • 

BEST  OF  LUCK 

Home  of 

NO-MEND  HOSIERY 

for  LADIES 

Martha  Laurance 

•  •  • 

324  Main  St.  WAYNESBORO 

510  Main  St.  Phone  24 

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Waynesboro  Paint  Store 

DuPont  Paints  and  Varnishes 

Wallpaper  —  Glass 

134  Wayne  Avenue  —  Phone  282 

Brand  Chevrolet 

(Incorporated) 

THE  LEADING  SIX 

FOR  '46 

WAYNESBORO,  VIRGINIA 

Phone  261 

A  :  GOOD  :  PLACE  :  TO  :  EAT 

Waynesboro  Cafe 

BETTY  LEWIS 

Old-Fashioned  Products 

Compliments  of 

Conner's  Drug  Store 

129  WAYNE  AVENUE 

Compliments  of 

Valley  Bakery,  Inc. 

Phone  53 

BUTTER  CRUST 

and 

Compliments  of 

BETTY  LEWIS  BREAD 

Neo-Del’s  Fashion  Shop 

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Compliments  of 


Buchanan,  Inc.,  Jewelers 

The  Place  to  buy  Graduation  Gifts  as  well 
as  Gifts  for  all  occasions 

DIAMONDS  -  WATCHES  -  JEWELRY 

Expert  Watch  and  Jewelry  Repairing 


Compliments  of 


HALL 


JUNIOR  COLLEGE 


Compliments  of 


Compliments  of 


W aynesboro  Florists 


Telephone  385 


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Compliments  of 

Compliments  of 

HYMAN’S 

SUE  MARION’S 

ANTIQUE  SHOP 

Compliments  of 

Compliments  of 

DRIVER’S 

SALES  •  SERVICE 

BARKSDALE’S 

FURNITURE 

COMPANY 

Compliments  of 

Stovers  Electric 

{ 102  y 


Earh]  Dawn  CoOp  Dairij,  Inc. 


FOR 


HEALTH'S  SAKE 


DRINK  .  .  .  MORE  .  .  .  MILK 


Phone 
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E.  H.  Barr  &  Company 

GROSSMAN’S 

5c-— $  1.00 

CORRECT  APPAREL 

f  o  r 

MERCHANDISE 

WOMEN  and  MISSES 

Tire  Recapping  Vulcanizing 

Buy  Bonds 

NEW  TIRES 

Wayne  Welding  Company 

219  Arch  Avenue 

HAMILTON-COOK 

Compliments  of 

HARDWARE 

HODGE’S 

COMPANY 

JEWELRY  STORE 

"Your  Sport  Center" 

WAYNESBORO 

VIRGINIA 

Phone 

104 

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R.  R.  SPECK 

GROCERY  and  MEAT  MARKET 

Charlotte  Avenue 

<^j3rown-^YVl  orris  on  (Company 

-  INCORPORATED  - 

Compliments  of 

PRINTERS  •  STATIONERS 

LAMBERT  NEWS  and  LUNCH 

718  Main  Street  •  •  Lynchburg,  Virginia 

Commerce  Avenue 

BUY  •  SAVINGS  •  BONDS 


EXCLUSIVE  PHOTOGRAPHY 

EWING  STUDIO 

LEXINGTON,  VIRGINIA 


Compliments  of 

The  Basic- Witz  Furniture 
Industries,  Inc. 


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.  .  .  Fishburne  6  Son 

Compliments  of 

-  -  -  Pharmacists 

Southern  Industrial  Loan  Co. 

DRUGS 

WAYNESBORO,  VIRGINIA 

SODAS 

GIFTS 

JEWELRY 

Compliments  of 

WAYNESBORO 

VIRGINIA 

VICTORY  GRILL 

Compliments  of 

MODERN  BEAUTY  SALON 
AND  SCHOOL 

"We  Work  to  Please  You" 

Students  are  assured  Diplomas 
and  Jobs  after  Completing  Course 

Fishburne  Bldg.  Phone  153 

Compliments  of 

Compliments  of 

W.  W.  Barnwell 

Waynesboro  News  Agency 

GREETING  CARDS 

and 

GIFTS 

{ 106  y 


Compliments  of 

Mize  Supply  Company 

WAYNESBORO 

VIRGINIA 


Compliments  of 

Waynesboro  Drug  Store 

WAYNESBORO,  VIRGINIA 


Compliments  of 

CLOUTIER’S 

EXPERT  JEWELERS 

If  You  Don't  Know  Diamonds 
KNOW  CLOUTIER 


Wm.  F.  Landes  Auto  Co. 

SALES  and  SERVICE 

DeSoto  —  Plymouth 
Oldsmobile 

SIX  and  EIGHT’ 


Compliments  of 

Western  Auto  Store 

WAYNESBORO,  VIRGINIA 
Phone  85 


Compliments  of 

AUGUSTA  FURNITURE 
COMPANY 

We  Specialize  in  Helping  Young 
Folks  to  Furnish  Their  Homes 
Attractively  and  Economically 

WAYNESBORO,  VIRGINIA 


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